If My Spirit Knew How to Fly

I think that there was a time when our souls knew how to fly, a time before we were born into this world and taught how to tether them in, like helium-filled balloons. Sometimes I remember this time in my dreams, and my soul becomes enmeshed with that of the Great Spirit, and I soar over the red rocks of the desertlands, the sacred lands of the First People of my country. I feel weightless, burdenless, and joyful, as if I've never felt any other way, and there is a timelessness to this dreamland that I cannot fathom upon waking. Sometimes when I listen to certain types of music I fall into an almost trance-like state in which I can almost touch this timelessness, as if the child's hand that clings tightly to the tether of my soul begins to loosen, and the wind causes both of us to dance, child and soul, and we come to the realization that we are really one entity contained within the endlessness of the Great Spirit.

Now I am haunted in my waking life by these dreams of freedom, because I believe that they are attainable. I believe that I can be free.

Oh, Cleveland

Well my shininess is not nearly enough to brighten up the greater Cleveland area, and college hasn't proven to be interesting enough to hold my attention. If I could skip all of the bogus general education classes and take the really interesting stuff, I'd be more inclined to stay. Unfortunately there are no jobs in this area, and with no job I have no way to pay for my education, so alas, I am put back into the world of homelessness and unemployment. It's okay though, because I have this sweet job set up for this summer, and they even give me tent space! My friend Savannah is going off to Chicago to train at JobCorps, and I've considered doing the same. It is still an option for my future.

Oh sheister, and somebody burned down a world heritage site in Uganda. Ain't nobody got respect no mo'. It's not officially an arson attempt, but many suspect that it is, which would cause further conflict in the country.