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Today’s Date Back from Japan

WHAT’S UP PEOPLE!!!!!!

i have been gone for a little bit. Took an unexpected trip to JAPAN!!!!!!!!!! It was an almost pure last minute thing that i did not expect and i am so glad that i took the opportunity to go! My friend Alex is the one who invited me and set up the trip! (and paid for it, he is amazing) We went from Dec. 27, to Jan. 11 so we spent New Year’s and my birthday in JAPAN!!!  So having a blog most people thought oi would chronicle the experience on here and keep up a daily blog schedule but i took a different approach. one reason is because we would not always have reliable WiFi and another is because i wanted to write about what i was experiencing at the time. yes, this is writing typing on the blog but there is something so intimate about putting pen to paper and since right before i left on the trip my sisters brought me a journal i took it as the right thing to do to write what was going on down in there.

I am so glad i did. it has been a long time since i have written with a pen on a daily bases that it made the whole experience when more amazing! the mental exercise of writing without spell check and still capturing the experience of climbing two mountains and feeding deer in a Buddhist temple or just becoming infatuated with a pretty girl that you talked to for five minutes in between sight seeing. we traveled to five cities in those two weeks, Tokyo, Mt. Fuji, Kyoto, Osaka and Nara. Each city held its own style and feel plus getting to them was awesome. The public train system in Japan was so complex yet easy to navigate, the operators were beyond helpful and if you messed up they were to happy to help you with adjustments! (inside joke) THEN THERE WAS THE BULLET TRAIN! it was beyond cool and yes even with the experience of riding the monorail at Disney, noting can compare to taking the bullet train around a mountain and across half a country!

The food by the gods the food! we didnt have one bad meal while we were there and that includes the two meals we had that we got from 7-11! Yes I said 7-11!!!! everything was so fresh and even with eating noodles two or three times a day noting tasted the same and was a new, wonderful experience.

there are so many things to talk about like how we didnt see any trash on the ground for almost two weeks or how that a shrine in the middle of the day in a busy city surrounded by traffic and skyscrapers was the most quiet place i have ever been in my life! i could talk about how comic books and sex arent looked upon as something to be hidden or placed in a sub culture as if it is beneath people and scary but placed out in a manner of normality that doesnt offend anyone! i could go on for days about the comics and the diversity of the people who enjoyed them with no shame. i could begin an entire new blog post about how traditional and the latest in modern advances live side by side in harmony! I can talk for days about the women!!!! I could go on and on but i wont.

i love writing and i believe writing can be a gateway for people to leave the surroundings that they may be trapped on or take them to places that dont even exist but now i also believe that sometimes you just have to go. you just have to stop looking upon others and their experiences and have your own! THEN WRITE ABOUT THAT!

and for my black people in america, GO! GO to places outside of the states! GO to places where you may be uncomfortable! GO to places where the government actually wants you around! GO to places that you think that you can only read about! THEN WRITE ABOUT IT!

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Today’s Date Making Plans

this is the thing i noticed the least as my depression set in. i stopped making plans or worse i made plans and the depression found excuse for me to back out of them. i didnt notice how bad it got until after i left my job earlier this year. i just didnt want to do anything. i didnt want to hang. i didnt want to be outside. i didnt want to be around people. yet with not wanting those things i also cut off an avenue that could help me fight the depression, not saying that there are not times when you just dont want to go out but that the depression can make those times feel like ALL the time. so last week i started making plans and not just plans top go to therapy but plans to go out side. made plans to see friends. made plans to travel outside the three block radius of my house. hell i made plans to leave my damn room. then i did the next hard part i made myself keep these plans and not allow depression to turn me into a flake so hopefully soon there will be pictures on my social to show myself that i can be the best me i can be while outside!

the trip

i got high as hell the other day

hoping to give my mind a rest and some play

to ignore the dumb shit i seem to produce daily

to work hard be strong get better no really

i was taught that is how you get ahead

forge through and all will be given and revealed

have faith keep standing be made of steel

yea as i watch those who dont do shit just steal

but anyway

i got high as fuck the other day

hoping to relax and just ignore all the  obstacles in my way

but rest cant even come to me in that state

while everyone gets to be dumb and blissful

for me another lesson to learn was on the way

 

i got high as a kite taking flight on the moon the other day

i felt my body break and shatter into a billion pieces

all without a place all shattered through time and space

i felt every tug and pull every splash and crash

i felt every single moment and why they never last

the presents the multiple futures the discarded pasts

i felt the first grain of sand that became glass

i saw the decision that i made from good to bad

i felt the stars the clouds and the ants

i saw science in its purest form of magic

life i felt it i was it i was afraid

i battled with myself to be myself

and then cried when i saw the end when there was nothing left

pull myself pull myself back together

struggle to find my focus

fighting and fighting to pull myself back together

wanting a release form the trip

i feel hopeless

struggle fight to return to what i know

and what i know feels so worthless

tug yank punch pray to be the me i know that resides where this earth is

back together again  fractions periods and commas i don’t know them

back in the body that betrays me time and again

bu now i sleep rest think in the only place where hope is lives