My heart beats a little bit slower. My mind races to keep itself occupied. Sleep eases this sometimes. I don't remember the dreams often. It's like I start in one place and appear in another, never remembering the journey but still passing the time.
I hope to see you soon my friend and enjoy a few moments worth remembering on this journey worth taking.
I've been thinking about our individual transitions. I think in the midst of stress and life and time and distance we have settled into a distant yet wonderful friendship. I honestly think we have progressed to the point where we could go a year without seeing each other. When we do we would enjoy each others company like it was yesterday.
At first I was a bit taken aback by the thought. It seems like we are becoming those two people who meet in the park and laugh. We talk of how our lives have been while we drink wine and eat in a nice restaurant. We remember all that was and think about all that will be. We leave thinking of the good times knowing there will be more but not knowing when.
I miss you, my friend. I hope you are well. I hope to see you soon. Until I do my heart beats a little bit slower.
That Beautiful Black Man
