chill of the winter night drifting through the open sunroof throbbing stars a crisp breeze licking our skin invading our bodies with tingling goosebumps slipping ourselves the pill of oblivion drifting into a reality that perhaps only existed in our minds we did believe our imaginations much more comfortably than we would ever believe reality
so we sat there slumped on the black leather seats watching the notes spill from the speakers and dissipate into the air
"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me? "No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets. If someone is trying to hurt you, you have to call the police or get help, okay?" "Even if it's Mommy?" "Where's daddy?" "He's never home." "..."
the threshold to tomorrow is stalking us is there destiny in the indifference the indifference and concern with what is the future we should all be the masters of what is to occur go carefully with all the realities that exist they are there and need to be discovered
That’s the thing about lived realities They are not expectations Nor stereotypes about cultures They are the opposite of common knowledge How about we document our life and get rid of these misconceptions?
