It's one thing to know subconsciously that you're not as fortunate as some others, but it's quite another when the government needs you to file goddamn papers and asks you questions that pretty much labels you as a poor motherfucker.

"We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love."

James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves

Once upon a time, I really thought you were my soul mate Gurpreet. Then we both gradually forgot and walked different paths. But when I see your picture, my heart flip-flops like a fish gasping for its last breath.

How morbid. haha

The second month of Occupy Wall Street. It's making history.

My world feels flat.

My words are the sincerest gift I could ever give.

God's blessings:
1. Internship at a book publishing agency with amazing literary agents
2. Current internship at a local newspaper with editors that really care.
-Interviewing Palestinian Novel Peace Prize nominee Izzeldin Abuelaish
-Attended Occupy Brooklyn rally
3. Part-time job with down-to-earth coworkers and kids that humble me.
4. Friends who appreciate life and always make me laugh.
5. Healthy family that loves me, even at times when I don't deserve it.
6. Dominican kid.

Thank you God.

I really want to hear your voice.

Almond butter? Genius idea!