AJ Writer

" You can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page. "

This city, while full of the impoverished and sprinkled with some middle-class families and abandoned buildings has some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen. There’s literally nothing to do besides enjoy the beaches and parks, parking-lot-pimp, and walk or ride your bike to hang at your people’s crib. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to do much of either while growing up, and the sheltered life caused deep-rooted issues that I could never get a handle on. My dad was a single parent. His wife, our mom, died from breast cancer a few short years after they adopted us. The area we grew up in was a little rough, but I didn't understand why we couldn't hang with friends or do normal kid stuff. We found random things to do at home, like create court cases. I'd always be the lawyer, and we'd dress Trav up to be the defendant. I remember our favorite character to dress him as was a robust old man who was always caught harassing the neighborhood kids and screaming ...

I opened my eyes and watched the shadows from the leaves on the tree outside the window dance swiftly across the ceiling. The pain in my stomach wasn’t as bad, but my mouth still tasted of bitter grapes mixed with the salty flavor of my tears. My tears began to fill my eyes and soak my satin butterfly-covered pillow, but I didn’t even bother to flip it to the other side as I wept in anguish and frustration. I sat up in bed with an anxious feeling in the bottom of my gut. My crying eventually slowed to a sullen whimper as I looked over to watch my two younger brothers sleep, trying not to wake them.

Artwork by Justin Copeland - Two Suns Composition de L'amour An original piece by AJ Writer My heart skipped a beat as it danced to the rhythm of his broken composition. Broken by the pain of his past, of love lost in incomplete incoherent sounds of sweet nothings and abstract promises. I want nothing more than to pick up those pieces and place them amongst the whole notes of my heart on a blank sheet of opportunity. Let's create beautiful music together. The melodic exoticism connected my Queen with his King as we peacefully grazed on the far-off land of our past while holding hands as we enjoyed the blessing of our creator to begin that which is anew. We are ever so blessed with never-ending eternity. How strophic this love as each tune repeats, causing our love to float through time and space? The sweet sound of my treble clashes with the deep hard stroke of the bass that exudes from my King causing a dissonance that only our creator can put to rest by noting ...