Last night someone wrote this for me;

Hi eliel
Here we are sitting across from each other and I barely know you, yet I am overcome by the feeling that our paths have crossed for some inexplicable reason - who knows why these things happen or who these pebbles on our path are - they line the way- give purpose to the journey - my universe has just come into creation...

For some reason I wrote this in response while I was on the train.

The axis of symmetry has gone through time lines of disorder showing places where paths have crossed during untouched periods of existence. To see persons with eyes is not to use vision. Look at me with your cells. Your molecular construction, your core balance. I am more than just matter I am energy. We communicate with energy, moving protons and neutrons to form a parabola with our bodies. A figure eight with our beings in its circles, constricting, and constricting until we are united, until our energy creates one accumulation of mass. We occupy space, breaking rules by conquering the same space at the same time. Physics has no limits. Our chemistry has no place on the periodic table of elements.




Bombay Dreams was magical and incredible. My second Broadway musical and I was taken back. A sort of spoof of Bollywood films. Complete with dancing in a fountain scene and all. The dancing and choreography was amazing. The instruments used and the Indian guys on the balconies playing a dozen instruments each were awesome. Really awesome. I had a great time.

Stuff doesn't always go as planned. Becca and I were getting into too may arguments about words, and act and what can be considered racially offensive and what can't. What's too much and what's okay. She is from Pensacola, I don't think her exposure to people of color is half as much as any one person from New York. It's just the truth. Even though I knew she had no malice I didn't like the blurts. I tried to help her recognize things but I might have come on too strong and given her reason to get defensive. That was only the first day. It would not have gone on like that. When we got home she found out that her fiance got a really bad internally bleeding stomach ulcer. This kid is like 20 or 21. Damn. The next morning we went to the BoweryPC for respect the mic. Not too many people there but I fully enjoyed myself. The feature was cool. Great performer. Becca was bedazzled. Well by the time we left she called again and found out that it was worst than suspected, got on the phone and booked a flight back home. I was under the impression that t-storms were going to dominate Saturday so I had no problem saying yes when she asked to go back home at 3pm. Boy was I surprised. The day was incredible, and I was home. It's cool because I know that I couldn't leaver her alone but, dude I only get so many days off, I want to enjoy my Saturday off. It was sunny and hot and I wanted to be outside, but that was the selfish side of me speaking so I calmed down and chilled out in my house. I also made plans for Sunday. Hopefully I will enjoy today to the fullest. When we were waiting for the bus to take her to the airport I got pooped on by a pigeon. That sucked. Really did. Well I took a ride with her and rode back, to find a sleeping Lovella and Oscar. What a beautiful picture. I woke them up and spent two ridiculous hours of joking and fun. Morning Oscar has to be the best Oscar.

Okay enough with the play by play. I am here, where is here is never a definite for me. I don't know what I have to do to enjoy my short vacation. So far it is not up to par. I expected more but it seems that everything is going wrong. Yeah I had some fun but it's been a long while since I have done anything. I want to do something. What that is, is beyond me. I would like a new plane. Something awesome. It seems like I am always missing something. I always have partial happiness. Moments where I can say I fell happy but can change in a moment. Yeah, Manic right?

Well the rest of Sunday was cool. Hung out with friends, and made our way to the movies. I have been wanting to see Coffee and Cigarettes since I heard about it. I wanted too see it at the Tribecca, but I didn't make it. So I thought that I would see it today so I recommended it. A coin toss decided that my choice was the one to follow. What a tragic error. I hate being the reason for the disapproval of others. Causing others boredom. I received some comedic insults that hit my already bruised state, and I became angry. My fault it was, but I didn't agree with the form of "you did it again" that I received. Truth be told it was a type of movie that I like. I enjoy all types and that form of break all the rules indie is my type of flick. I am addicted to coffee, and I am an ex cigarette smoker who is on the edge of going back. I related to most of the skits that I was able to see. There were a few that I looked forward to seeing but the needs of the many overshadow the needs of the few. I spoke with a manager and inquired if we could change our tickets even though we were an hour into the current movie. My wish was granted and I sorta felt like a savior. I wasn't of course. I created the problem, no way in hell could I be the savior. It's just impossible. I torture myself for moments like these. I hate failing.
Enough