The Shade of night slowly creeps down the pane of dusk’s horizon. It’s pink membrane permeated by black ink. The air tumbles over the sill, onto the floor, starry and warm, providing lift. Spiraling. Floating. Up on the currents. Moving further out. I’m free! I’m free. I’m… free… by malakhai jones img src:  http://41.media.tumblr.com/75b3903f839edea78aeb41e22fb23830/tumblr_mxi334EiwW1rzpqxxo1_1280.jpg

I can remember one day – I was passing by this old dude.  He asked me to go to the store for him.   He told me he’d give me a couple of dollars.  I hollered back, “Nah, man.  I gotta be somewhere.  I don’t have time.”  I didn’t even look at him. I only slightly […]