04-02

Galaxy,
I wish I could see you clearly.  You reside above me beyond grasp.  I’m still reaching straight up even though it hurts my heart knowing the likeliness of us ever connecting amounts to dust.  I hope we last. I do not trust land-bridges, alters or humans that aim their disdain at me. 
I don’t feel free, let alone supported keeping pictures of you even as just a friend.  You would have it made to the top letting me caddy for ya.  I’ve been staying away because I feel endangered sharing what hurts my soul, mama.  I’m back to racking mountains of flowers/ rose pedals, chocolates, poetry and satin sheets.  I’m busy brainstorming where we could meet to go eat.

Tell Keech where to find ya.  Deal with presidential races coming down to the wire then flipping the script.  Ditch the excuses for men you’ve been trolling and follow me, I’m headed to Heaven to sit beside those thrones.

I come in an hour early every single day.  I don’t sleep a wink of peace.  I sleep at the office.  I go by son, Keech, snitch and locked safe.  Let me teach ya financial analysis, sit up on the side of your bed.  Do crunches sitting up out of a sound sleep. Plant your feet.