For Alaka 6/2/16

Somewhere in between
The fraction of the tension
Of our disagreements

And ever evolving conversation on love: whether its being self sacrificial or self serving, forgiving or ever relenting, and the argument goes on

And the language that we both speak your aloof visions
And my hope that my dreams will come to be reality

We discuss the distinctions
Between what we see as possible in our minds
And the current reality
And limiting self beliefs around us
Friends and family have have come to think as  "common"

We revel in these contradictions like pigs bathe in mud

Except we get clearer and wiser with each cleansing, each revealing

With each conversation we can freely share those things that fustrate other selves

And we compare notes, share on motivatinal speakers, books we've read, and leaders of this centuries and many past

The people we admire, the way they see the world and the way we want to conquer our visions. Make them reality the way God made the world from light

So we speak.
All we have is words. Words of our hopes and visions. Laughter that rebels in this world and its many contradictions

Love that we seek but do not always receive

Acceptance we want from  but at the end, must find within

The lessons we have learned, the travels we have made in search for prosperoty. Its been quite a journey in this friendship.

I have a picture of you with a face mask to prevent the inhaling of fumes as i was painting my room. You were looking for anything to do to not think about the woman you shared 5 years of your life with

But like the Phoenix you keep rising. You inspire and motivate. You challenge and innovate. And for all this, and for none of these things, I call you friend.