epiphany.

i cry tears of joy upon being struck with inspiration.  i cry because its as if all the answers, at least for that moment have been answered, and the guiding light to my future has been brightened once again.

such is how i feel upon discovery or further research of all that is art, film, and black history. 

currently sitting in the left wing on the 2nd floor of my favorite library covered in a sea of books that my hands couldn;t stop reaching for.  

these are the nights i live for. where i can be in my own creative bubble without the stress of the misguided people, the frowns, the criticism, and the inability to be my self completely. 

and so i over indulge in the books, the music, the information, the films, the colors, and the freedom , in hopes that I can stay in my bubble until its time to float away from this judgmental place known to many as Gainesville.