I’m losing my hair over this shit. Casualty of war I guess. Am I crazy? Should we stop? Should I deny what I see when I close my eyes and let these dreams fade away into the 5pm sky? I’m seeing stars again. That’s a good thing. But five years in the trenches makes you wonder if you’ll ever reach them. Luckily I got Will with me so we’re good. You think we’re gonna turn back now?
I thought the tree would save me, yet it was the greatest gift and curse. It was part of the reason we had made it this far, and yet also responsible for why we weren’t there yet. Abigail lookin at me with her arms folded. But many a man and woman had done much more with much less, so who was I to complain?
It was right in front of us, but we had to grab it. Opportunities only coming to light if we saw them as such. The biggest mistake I’d made on our journey thus far? Not letting enough people hold my baby.
They were beginning to talk about The Renaissance again, and that was a good thing too. The like minded were uniting in all the right spaces. Originality was rising to the surface, as the great equalizer known as the internet leveled the playing field. Henoch called it the Jungle Theory. Oakland was ground zero, but what was happening in Oakland was happening all over the world. A generation awakening to their own collective voice. The white walls nearly drove me crazy but they represented the limitless potential that lay before us.