Excerpt From My First Journal.

With the internet being what it is, I’m guessin Tumblr is like the basement speakeasy?

These words might echo to someone or they might return the waves back to my feet. Either way, we here .

Sometimes I’m afraid I neva knew anything.

Then I realise I don’t know anything.

Then I’m comforted before I’m afraid again .

01.03.23

During sum rain, I noticed the water coming thru a pipe - beneath it a branch that’s reached thru the cracks of concrete for sunlight. Now as tall as me.

A lesson of taking what you have and going all the way.

Reminded me of a quote from an African poet (ion remember which country specifically)

“I am reminded that scratching the sky with bare nails won’t bring me heaven” - Ibid .

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Ima come back summer time to see it in its earned bloom

new flick work

@ okokayoskay on all stuff

30.04.23

Need an oil change + a muffler

01.07.23

Extra’s from the IG - @ okokayoskay

as much as I’d luv to let go of the thorns that cut me, the rose that died in my hands is one I can not forget .

Chasing a thread .