I'm having fun. I buried the duplicated of me that was you and we laughed. Long time comming. WEEEEEEEEEE! So this is me creating my life and engaging in the realities of the family. I am demanding that I enjoy my stolen time here-breathing, scheming, making messes, and succeding.

What if this is what you had wanted for me all along?

I love you.

Naw you don't get no mother's day gift this year. I realize my gifts were always off target anyway. I'll call my little brother,though. He'll tell me he ain't up to nothing and nothing is going on. I'll tell him I love him and we'll keep it moving.

Work has been a trip. I'm losing my notions about it being more meaningful than a paycheck and peek-a-boos into new awarenesses. Ha Ha. Everything is the opposite of what it appears to be and nothing is the opposite of what it appears to be.

What else is possible now that I don't have a past? I can speak on events and find them to be as much fiction as the lyrics I write. I can share with friends about moments and they are two dimesional. It's not live action by the time I recall and speak about what happened. so, my conversations are fliping.

It seems that the tears I shed in the morning are the back flow. I've released a floodgate and now my body is able to show me all that I held back. It's all the complexities I wove to keep your memory alive and maintain my identity as the "old weeping soul" as the "sensitive one". Ma, I'm not that sensitive. Aparently I'm aware and have my own way of percieving things.

I don't have to forget where I came from, however building my life based on the past is destructive. For some reason, I know you know what I'm saying.

I'll write you soon.

Love,

Psalm

P.S.

Could you remind me how to make that African red sauce dish? The one with the chicken- you know- the one with the fu fu.