Constantly Daydreaming...

Dedicated 2 Aaliyah

Skin softer than an angel's wing. You resemble them so well.
So well that no one can deny the fact that if I asked Webster to define "angel", The definition would describe you...
So beautiful inside of you, as well as out.
I'd never doubt..
any melodic tone that were to be uttered from your mouth,
it will be valued, as it should be.
and I promise that it would be, a sight to see, what you could be, or what you could do...
Constantly daydreaming I am...
Because now reality replaces the setting of imagination
and the could be's and would be's slowly fade...
Wont be" and "Can't be" fills the moment
because in present times, the gift that GOD sent us
...is gone.

Although her physical is absent, I'm so glad that her voice lives on...
Rest in Peace.

Attracted or Interested?

(Singing) Am I attracted or interested?
attracted or interested?
attracted or interested?
Am I.....Am I....

Attracted to your love or am I interested in it?
Two premises that start the same but they often end different.
Attracted to your body or interested in your spirit?
Physically attached or blown away by your ambition.
In it for the night or racin to the finish.
Not in love, just lust for you...guess I love you for the minute,
or maybe for the moment
I wanna build it up with you, plant a seed and grow it..
See I will never know and
Feelings they constantly are changing
alone for too long so now I'm feeling complacent...
Facin...
the fact that it's not love that I am chasin
but I hear you into music so our VIBE it got amazin.
Unveiling all your secrets that were locked up like a Mason
Got me feeling free, and I aint talkin but the Masons
See, I'm not only attracted, now I'm interested in makin...


Love.


Forever and a day...


So now I know...
(Singing) I'm not attracted, I'm interested.
Not attracted, I'm interested.
Not attracted, I'm interested.

Interested in loving you....

The Wonderful World of Twitter

Twitter, a social network that allows individuals to voice their respective opinions and say whatever it is that may be on their mind. The simple press of a button can view your thoughts, ideas & perspectives viewed by anyone else on this site. Throughout the year that I have been “tweeting” I’ve sat back and noticed certain “trends” that seem to for a base outline of such a diverse place.

Let’s see if you agree…

Each day begins with Morning Motivation. Whether it’s the “Good Morning Tweethears/Tweeties” or maybe the motivated thugs “Rise & Grind Twiggas!” this is something that the majority of our followers will tweet before they even get up to rid themselves of morning breath! Half of these individuals will later go into how they are on their way to work, while the others are too hung over to continue tweeting, so they head back to bed.

But back to the people who are on their way to work, or shall we say on their way to “GRIND”, jump into full motivation mode. With all the motivational tweets seen in your timeline one would wonder how anyone of your followers are unsuccessful. This group of individuals all need to place the word Deacon/Mother in front of their respective twitter names, for they all turn into @RevRunWisdom protégés…

But by Mid-Day/Afternoon all the inspiration is gone. Where does all this wisdom and motivation go? Ahhh yes…they slowly diminish, and ironically transition to the Afternoon Struggles.

All the “grinders” that were “oh so motivated” seem to hit an instant switch and they become rather irritated. Everyone now “hates their job” at this hour and no one knows “why they came to work”. “I’m hungry…” “Fuck my boss!” “My feet hurt”…everyone is going through something and they all air it all out on Twitter. Now, the individuals who didn’t go to work also have struggles. Men are usually arguing about something regarding sports news, while all the women are usually upset with Derwin from watching countless hours of #TheGame. Let’s not forget that “Everybody HATES Chris” around this time, and if you are not in the following categories listed you are more than likely complaining about how hot it is outside, or how it needs to stop raining. Looking at your timeline around the afternoon would lead you to believe that the world was ending or something.

Wait but wait, there is hope…

The Eventful Evenings! Everyone is excited! People are either ecstatic about being off work or they have just been that bored that they know twitter will “pop” around this time because the other group of people are finally off work! All the while, everyone is on ONE MISSION, and that mission is…”WHAT’S THE MOVE!?” This is the one time when every follower puts their minds together to come up with a plan of events for the night. Club or Barhopping? BBQ or Pool Party? Hot Box or Pre-Game? No one knows exactly what to do, but everyone wants to be a part of it.

The infamous party promoters are showing out around this hour. Pubbing the fuck out of an event hoping that someone pays attention, but sadly, the only people retweeting them are members of their own street team. Decisions are made and now everyone knows every followers moves for the night because it’s all displayed on Twitter.

The sun goes down, and the Nighttime Nightmares unfold…

“Where’s the bottle?!”, “Who got the #Loud!!” fills timelines. Not only do tweets as such fill up everyone’s timeline, this is the time of the day when the Salty Subliminal Tweeters come out. These are the individuals who work 3^rd shift, or simply were forgotten about throughout the day. “Aw I see how niggas is…”, “Damn! Nobody told me bout the club...shiesty…” or how about, “So you gone go out instead of sit on the phone with me…FUCK YOU weak ass nigga!” Some of these subliminal tweets are expressed through song lyrics as well lol. All the people who fall under this category have nothing better to do, so they subliminally tweet the night away. Unfortunately, there tweets go unnoticed because no one cares at this hour.

Drunken tweets, high tweets, relationship beef are now at an all time high. Twitter beef sparks and then everyone is entertained at how foolish you look arguing on twitter.

Finally, the night is beginning to end. Either you are (1) depressed and you go directly to sleep (2) too high or to drunk to do anything but tweet, or (3) you are on the prowl. Those on the prowl lead themselves into more subliminal tweets as such: “Wonder what he/she is doing right now…” or “Man, I hate sleeping alone…” and this forces them to join the freaky world of Twitter After Dark.

The night is over and this eventful day is honestly the same shit you will see tomorrow, the next day, and the following day. This is just the base structure for Twitter. Of course there are other variables i.e. the people that want to make every topic a trending topic or the fan crazed tweets, but all in all, this diverse place is quite similar and simple if you really think about it.

MORNING MOTIVATION, AFTERNOON STRUGGLES, EVENTFUL EVENINGS, NIGHTTIME NIGHTMARES & AFTER DARK FANTASIES…

Behold…The Wonderful World of Twitter.

Philosophy of Love

Many youth today speak of Love, so I picked up my pad and my pencil and I began to write…

Walking into the house of love, no windows exist. While one stands at the door, oblivious to what lies on the other side you must ask, “am I ready?” For once involved in a matter as such, escape is not easy. There are no windows in this house that will allow you the opportunity to sneak out. Instead only doors: doors of joy as well as pain, doors of passion as well as confusion. Although it is ultimately your decision to walk into this house, you have absolutely NO control, instead love directs. The minute an individual attempts to steer the very thing that guides them is when you are at the least control. In other terms; if you are in a car that drives it self, you should sit and ride. Knowing that the automated car can handle any and every obstacle that comes its way, there is no need for your assistance. But once you manually attempt to take control of this machine, you will ultimately be left confused…and will not be able to navigate through these rough roads and obstacles that WILL interrupt your once smooth course.

Once you decide to walk into this house called love, let love direct, let love guide. For love does not live within you, instead you live within her. Let her take you through the proper doors, whether it be joy or pain, passion or confusion, Love will not steer you wrong. The only thing that can control love is love itself. Love is not meant for you to control, it is simply meant for you to patiently endure.


By Mark Peterson Jr.

Friendship

Friendships today aren’t necessarily genuine. Either one meets you via Twitter or Facebook, gets attracted by the lifestyle you live and “thinks” they actually know who you are. Take a second and think about when you were younger and you really had no idea of what school may be like, or whether people would like you or not. Remember the first day of class when you had the opportunity to make some real life friends solely based off who you were…it all seemed so strange, it all seemed so foreign.
If you’re having a hard time doing so, maybe this story will help.
Similar to every Monday & Wednesday for the past few weeks of my life, I have been practicing the same schedule. Waking up, eating, studying, exercising, studying, and ending my nights in LSAT Prep Class at the Kaplan Institute. I often complain about my work filled days, wishing for some sort of excitement, but I would have never guessed that the one place I dread going to, would bring so much joy.
I walk in the same classroom, sit in the same desk, but I notice another computer in the back of the room. I paid it no mind and continued to proceed with my normal routine. The very minute I felt as if i couldn't make one more deduction, someone walked thru the door. “Hello, what is your name?” is what he asked me, I replied and said, “Mark”. He tells me his name and just goes on a long speech, but I hardly understand anything he is saying. Seconds later he tells me that he is from Russia and that he is taking classes to learn how to speak the English language. I ask, "What is you're name?" and he says Zein. Then he reaches his hand out and offers to shake my hand, so I proceed to do so. After our exchange of greetings, he left the room.
Still a little thrown off by the whole situation, I begin studying again. Minutes later he walks back in the door, inquiring about my Macbook. He is confused as to why it costs so much money, but I showed him the site and explained everything to him. Now remember he doesn’t know English to well, so I have to break everything down to its simplest forms, but as conversation grew, so did his vocabulary. He began to say things I said, such as “bro, and tight” and he even used the word “dagger”.

After what seemed like a whole day's worth of conversation, I wrote out some stores he could go visit to look for laptops as well as how he can go about getting discounts and things of that nature. I looked down at the piece of paper and noticed that we had discussed everything from phones, to computers, to music, even how he could get a girlfriend!

His class was about to leave so I told him to go catch them and I’ll make sure I leave my email with his teacher, he says “Ok…talk to you later bro…”

But as he got to the door, he turned, looked at me, and said,
“Hey Mark…you’re my best friend…”

...and walked away.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt that I made a real life friend.
Thank you Zein.

Dying For Love

Dying for Love

I’m Crazy, I’m Insane
Where has my love gone?
Too many smiles
Too many tears
Many good times,
As well as bad are packed within this pill.
It’s not easy to swallow,
So I breathe less and less
And soon I’ll die.
Save me from myself
Been placed, not on life,
But on love support.

Inquiring Email

Delivered: Saturday July 10, 2010 7:38PM
From: Heartsofmillions@theworld.com
To: HowcanIfindyou@love.com
Dear Love,
Will I ever find you? It seems as if I have been spending more time looking for you than being with you. I thought I had it with one, but I was sadly mistaken…for you cannot be that cruel. I try and I try only to run into the same wall of heartache, the same heartbreak collision that drops me to a point where I have no desire to seek your true meaning anymore. Will I ever feel the warmth of your touch or the power of your words; the beauty of your grace or the comfort of your presence? No matter what I seem to find, it is never you! I’m starting to believe you don’t exist love. I’m starting to believe that it is truly impossible for any man or woman to experience something as beautiful as such…
I constantly ask others as to where I can find you at, but honestly, they are in the same boat as me. The temporary love that many have is not what I am seeking. Advice that many give me may fill my empty sink with hope and anxiety, but that hope eventually spirals down into a drain of pain and confusion, only leading me to the conclusion of loving you…less.
Love, please…give me some advice. I have been looking for too long, and I still haven’t found you.

Reply: Saturday July 10, 2010 7:39 PM
From: HowcanIfindyou@love.com
To: Heartsofmillions@theworld.com
Seeking heart, how confused you are…
Searching for my meaning in a world where it doesn’t exist will force you to no longer believe I exist. If you were able to find love in the people or places that you have been in the hunt for, many issues that this “world” you live in would vanish.
Honestly, you will never find me there…
Your problem seems so complex, but I have a simple answer for you, and I want you to pass this to any one who seems to be feeling these emotions of doubt and defeat when it comes to my quest.

Find God, Find Love.

What is Beauty?

Beauty, can not be defined by physical means. Physical means creates confusion due to the fact that humans physical appearance varies. Focusing on what simply meets the eye will forever add to the arbitrary use of a word as such.

Beauty is dense, but merely viewing what meets the eye develops a shallow understanding.

Beauty is the understanding of a feeling without the desire of knowing or seeking it's creation. No eyes, no ears can define beauty; Therefore, cut off all physical senses and feel...

...there it is.

Heart Attack

No one ever thought the situation would reach this point. Disagreements lead to issues and she no longer had control. Guided by her heart, his mistakes forced her to hate...but at the same time she loved.
No longer able to trust, the emotions that usually were expressed through joy and compassion are now only expressed with spite and revenge. She hates the fact that she loves him so and she hates to have to let him go.
He loves the communication because that's all we really have left, words are critical.
All is fair in Love, but after the love is gone you have 2 trapped hearts that can only act off of the simple pulse that it beats...the blood that's flowing through her veins is no longer of love...instead replaced with hate...and her actions seem to follow. The early morning phone calls have now turned to no calls at all and the warm hugs that once made you feel life would be ok have turned to a forced feeling as opposed to a feeling that is desired. The sweet angelic voice that once relieved stress has now evolved into a tone full of doubt and reluctant tones. Where do we turn, what do we do...it seems as if every inch closer I get, ur heart jumps ahead by 2.
Now I'm stuck feeling alone, noticing the situations I have placed myself in, understanding that whatever happens is due to my mistakes, but no one ever said understanding is simple. Currently at war, but ironically at war with the one I love... shots have been fired. My heart is bleeding and all along her heart is healing....vicious cycle to be in, because again, it is my fault. I am being attacked by her love I have no one to blame, only my own mistakes.
......her love is slipping away....
..I feel her fading away....
but no matter how thin the strand, I will never let go.
My heart is being attacked by love because of how I mistreated the love we share, yet no matter how many bullets she sends thru my heart...ill never flatline, because within me, hate doesn't exist.
My heart will love forever.

Hate never prevails, instead it only makes a real man's heart stronger. Expressions of hate only brings stronger love in return...

Destiny

Live in reality or live in a dream...perfect bliss,
an equal balancing of both things.
Some seem, to never see what's unseen,
but I dream by all means to vision more than what yall eyes meet
Superior at that, when my pen hits the bad I release a couple pounds from the weight that's on my back
and my stress will ease away cuz reality's wrong,
I feel at home anywhere long as my music on.
Use it as a gas so I can get this blog started,
Confessions of Smokaholic that's what ima call it...
deep in this shit man it aint no turnin back,
hurdles in my way...I'm clearin that.
Demons in my face, no fearin that...
my eyes on this course like I got a road map,
questin no second guessin,
stressed but forever blessed and
motivated by music,
we know what we want in life but the hard part is pursuing,
so I take what I learned and I use it to my advantage,
fall sometimes, but get up more, promise ill never panic...
anything can happen, sometimes I even feel like I'm stranded...
never said it'd be easy understanding God's Plan.

Feelings from Within...

Hey Momma,

It’s me! You’re Son…How are you doing? By what I’ve been hearing, I don’t think you’ve been doing to well. I mean, I keep hearing you and Pops fighting, constantly accusing him of a lie and a cheat, and all he does is make excuses like he was getting a check for it! I also heard him say he was gonna put his hands on you…I swear I wanted to kill ‘em myself. Too bad I ain’t old enough yet…

But Momma, I recently over heard a conversation between you and one of your friends. You were crying and you seemed so hurt! Then I heard you say that you were going to kill ‘em! But ion want you going to jail Momma, you know I can’t live without you right? But you said it again, and your friend said she was coming with you! I wish I could stop you Momma, you know I can’t live without you!

Then I hear the door slam and the car start, I guess you didn’t hear me talkin’….then I hear your footsteps walkin’ and then I hear a man ask, “Are you sure you want to do this?” But this man aint sound like my Pops….and before another word was spoken, Momma, you said, “Yes”…The only problem was that....see ummm the only other man in the room besides that voice I just heard, was me.

This whole time I was thinkin’ that you and Pops were fighting because he was cheatin’!
But the only reason he was mad is because you said you wouldn’t keep it!
So I guess “I” is “it”
and well Momma I AIN’T DO SHIT!
YALL MADE THIS MISTAKE, WHY I GOTTA PAY FOR IT!?
Momma….I’m your Son, even tho I’m only 3 months conceived…
I thought you wanted to kill him,
But this whole time

…it was me.

I need you to live.

Phone Call (June 26, 2010)

(Phone Rings)
Either Moms or my sister would yell “Maaaaaark, Miiiiiiike… Telephoneeeeee!”
I was always excited to speak to you!
Looking forward to the weekends so I could be with you.
Those were the good times, yea them times were the best,
I even remember cryin to moms, everytime you left!
See….I know your life story big bro, and all that pain you aint you aint deserve it.
All the shit he went through it made em feel worthless,
But to me you was worth it, I never looked at you different
Only saw you on the weekends….
Then you stopped coming…
…………………and the phone…..stopped……ringing…
I never told anyone how much my Big Bro was worth...

(Phone Rings)
This time you calling collect,
you never knew how much yo Lil Bro walked your footsteps.
How you end up in there? U ‘posed to be my role model,
Settin’ standards and rules for me to follow
I cried nights and shed tears until my soul was hollow….
But to me you was worth it!

(Doorbell Rings)
I opened, and to my surprise it was you!
No more weekend visits, Pops said you was stayin wit us!
So now us 3 was an everyday thing.
You, Me, and Mike did the same ‘ol thing,
But then yo ass flipped and did the SAME ‘OL THING!
Left me without reason…
And ever since I been sittin here waitin for this damn cell phone to ring!

and….well…for years it didn’t….

Sister talked to you!
Shit Pops, Moms and Lil Bro did too…
Why I’m the only one that aint hearin from you!
You meant the world to me, and I ran the plenty hurdles without (Cell Phone Rings)

(Hold on yall, I’ll finish after this call…)

Me: Hello?
Caller: Wats Good Lil’ Bro
Me: Who is this?
Caller: Lil Bro, this Anthony….I miss you…

Caged

Caged:23 Hours

So you want me to change? Ha!...right.
Put 1 white shirt in with the coloreds, better believe its gone come out stained...
So why you feel that by locking me in here with devils will turn me into an Angel...
I highly doubt it, and ain’t no need to ask if I'll still be the same..

Look where I'm at...
U can't feel what I feel, cuz that's something I no longer do.
My meals are far from food and I don't have everyday to use as tools...
I learn from my environment, of prisoners locked up just like me.
Living in here I wonder how u expect me to ever be free...
cuz even when I'm released, there will always be this inner beast inside of me,
that was created from being locked down since my days of a teen.
From hearing about my family dying, but no funerals for me,
never got to say my peace, in here I never get to think of peace,
so Honestly, peace means nothing to me.

See yall get 8760 hours, 525600 minutes, 31536000 seconds to live yall lives and wit me being locked down 23hrs a day for the next 24yrs gives me....
Yea...yall do the math
so...Fuck it! You place me hear to deter my issues, but in all actuality your keeping this cycle going!!!

Change? Ha!
....Yall solutions are the main reasons as to why I'll forever be the same.

Random

When most say love, yall say it with no meaning...
But every time i speak it, my lil heart just get the bleedin!
Deceiving, Deceiving...Love's Game is Deceiving
and everytime you play it someone always end up cheatin..
and once one find out, they always say they wasn't thinking
Should, woulda, coulda...
Prolly shouldnt had that drink and
it really wasn't me, that Henn it altered my decision...

If i never had them shots, then we never woulda kissed,
and if we never woulda kissed, then yo love i wouldn't miss
and if yo love i didn't miss...
maybe my Ms. would be my Mrs....

Damn...


Do I still have hope?

Rollercoaster Solution

Growing up I always had a helping hand, my corner was always filled with loving Family and friends willing to stop what they were doing, for me. Willing to go the extra mile, but as my "age mileage" increased, its only logical that those helping hands decrease.
Now its real, and now I'm a man, with one in my corner. Yes we are on a rollercoaster and we are holding on tight, but we hit a few drops n now she is so sick to her stomach that her emotions pour out like "word vomit" from all the ups n downs the "ride" has taken her on. Aiming her "word vomit" towards me, and now I'm a mess. The only way to clean myself on this ride is to remove the layers I have on.
So, I begin to take of my shirt and show her my heart...
I take off my hat so she can see what's on my mind...
I take of my pants so we can................Wait! not here...
You see, in order to make it on this ride one must "take off their cool".
Those clothes are how I want to be perceived, I dress that way and become similar to everyone else, but the reality is the only thing cool about me is what lies beneath,
And all she needs to heal her sickness is just that
...the real me.

Dreams Surround, Cancer...

I know a young man with so many beautiful dreams. I wonder why he was placed in this nightmare. See because this young man lived poverty stricken he had to work for his, whether legal or illegal he needed all he could get. Perceived as a trouble maker by many, but his intentions were good. No one saw the beautiful mind that rested under his nappy hair. His heart was larger than 10 hearts in one. See he can't help where he was placed, for its hard to grow with no one to follow, it's hard to change when you lay in the midst of the problem. Overshadowed dreams of change, peace and unity were in a constant battle with the state of his surroundings. Screams are close to silence due to gun shots and police sirens. Dreams on hold because now his baby is on the way and now his son is crying, and now this young man is out to seek cash while his dreams are still hiding. Man I wish yall could see inside em...there lies so many answers. Far too advanced maybe even had a cure for these cancerous symptoms that labels him and his community "thugs" and "monsters". This young man grew forever hiding his dreams, only so he could survive...
On another money mission but this time it was different. Took matters in his own hands, now the only thing that matters is that gun in his hand, but them niggas had one too.
Legs bleeding, makin it hard to run, seen a lot in his surroundings but never thought he'd see this one.
Heart Racin...
And let out a scream.......
But remember no one can hear them over GUNSHOTS,
............POLICE SIRENS
Ambulance Sirens ringing, And NOW his baby is screaming
Doctors can't save em....
And his dreams are still hiding, forever.




Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.



See although cancer is a physical illness, no one notices the mental cancer that spreads amongst the black race. Starting in our minds with symptoms of: stealing, robbing, incarceration, and then death.

Dream, for we all have treasures in our mind, but this cancer makes us too weak to open our own vaults.
Wake up!....before it's too late.

From A Seed to a Flower

A "seed" is different from none. It's similar to all of its type. Something so small and visually meaningless with the potential to bring true beauty to a physical existence. When looking at a "seed", I begin to wonder....How? How can something so simple grow to be this metaphoric example of life and beauty.
Set it in the right soil, for foundation is more important than anything. And although that is most important, your work isn't done. One creates the outcome by exhibiting the proper attention that this soon to be flower deserves.
It's delicate, handle it with care and precaution.
Water it daily or it won't survive...
The "seed" will never blossom. Show it the proper light, guide it...or the simple "seed", which is different from none, will never feel the amazing complexity of true beauty.
See the Growing Process is the hardest part of this creation. Outside variables come into play, that no one can prepare for. It is bound to rain, for storms are inevitable. Yet, ironically the rain is water, and water is a necessity for this plant to blossom, and when the light breaks through the clouds and ends the storm, the plant is strong, healthy, and ready for anything that comes its way.
Now you wonder, what flower is this? What seed did this beauty come from?
Well, the answer is simply "Love"
You see, like a meaningless seed, "Love" is just a four letter word with POTENTIAL to mean much more and blossom into one of the most amazing complexities one may ever encounter.
Like a flower "Love" has its seasons, although physical presence may vanish at times one must remember,
it always comes back
Seasons always return
and as the seasons,
So does "Love"

INTRODUCTION
“Young and dumb” is what many individuals say about the African American youth amongst this country. Robbery, drug dealing, murder, and other senseless acts of violence are becoming the norm in our urban communities. Although everyone has something to say about these issues its rare to meet someone who is willing to put in the work and actually do something about it. My life has been better than a lot of my peers but at the same time I have dealt with each and every issue that effect our communities. “The Boys” is what we all went by. I never thought in a million years that any man or woman would be strong enough to tear us apart. No situation could come between us, and if it did we could work it out…we always did. But now it’s different. “I’m never going to jail!” is what we often said to one another, although we often said we weren’t going to end up like that, we seemed to forget that things are easier said than done.
My lil’ brother Mike, Vidal, Kevin, Roberto, my lil’ cousin Darrien, and myself would die for one other, true love at it’s best! Whether we were playing ball, chasing girls, doing schoolwork, or going to church, we were always together; Until now of course. Out of the six of us that formed this band of brothers, three have been incarcerated. Of those three, all of them are felons, one of them is my lil’ brother, and another is a two-time felon now facing 24 years for the murder of his own cousin.
Where we went wrong, I have no idea, but to sit back and let this seemingly endless cycle continue is not why I was placed on this earth. I grew up understanding that you believe half of what you see and none of what you hear and this is the main reason as to why I have decided to tell the story of my life. No one knows your struggle if you continue to hold every ounce of emotion in, and no one can grow or expect change if you aren’t using your story as wisdom for the next man. Everyone has a purpose and I think after dealing with the secret pain that lies beneath my immense heart and treasured smile, I have finally stumbled upon mine…

1
324 DAYS…

“28 years…it’s like he ain’t even hear nothing I said”. These were the first words I heard my best friend say after his sentencing and his hopeless, lifeless tone left me speechless; trying to shape my mouth in a way that maybe the right words would just pour out, but nothing happened. Instead I sat there, holding the phone, listening to every emotion spill from his soul as if he were trying to fill a 12ft swimming pool. My initial response was, “Stay strong Vidal, everything will be alright…” but I sit back and ask myself if this statement is believable. Did I say it because it sounds good because I definitely don’t’ believe everything will be alright. How can one fathom hearing that they will be locked in an environment similar to a zoo for more years than they have even been living on this earth? Honestly, I have no idea.