“That’s my back pocket, I read it everyday.”

Our father gave us our first copy many years ago, which we gave to other people, hopefully the cycle continues. I didn’t notice the wear and tear until today. It’s always in my right back pocket of every pants I wear.

A year ago, I remember searching for this CD frantically before work. I went to ever major music store in Downtown Baltimore, failing at every attempt, then realizing I haven’t checked the independent store. Rightly so, there it was sitting on the shelf with three copies behind it. I already downloaded a copy, but I needed the paper cuts, I needed the art work, and I needed the credits. I needed that CD. By the time I went back to my car to unpack it, leaving teeth marks on the plastic because my excitement took over, I realized I’m 45 minutes away from work, and I should have been there 10 minutes ago. I didn’t care. What was coming out my speakers was more important than any unrelated thought.

I need music more than it needs me. Although, some days I feel I have nothing to offer, it never asks me for anything. Doesn’t care if I take it for granted, or neglect it for seasons to come. It’s going to be there whether I have to blow dusts and cobb webs off of it. It mirrors what I believe in, it reminds me what I believe in. It helps me do a job, something I gave my life to. Which is awesome in it’s on right.

I’m grateful. I’m grateful for the artist that inspires me, and the struggles they were blessed with, which always finds me at the right time.

Pure hearts for broken lovers. Hehe I like that. After hour ramblings, I like that too.

Love and Peace.