The once clear windows are now foggy from human heat and indo. I walk up my block looking for patterns like a pianist searches in advance for crescendos. Life screams at me using four letter words that I never take an innuendos. I can hear the whispers of failure in the air… no comprendo. Nobody cares until you’re there, until life delivers blessings it’s not fair, and those who expect the world are reluctant to share.

Following the oil that has seeped into the gravel, forever staining the environment, I look for patterns while I travel. In my thoughts I replay the history I have learned while simultaneously listening to stories of graffiti artists battle wounds earned. Preoccupied with philosophy I skip my turn; I can see the reoccurrences, the patterns and signs, although I failed Geometry. The school books are what bother me! Monogamy is between two people NOT ideas. Free the heart, free the soul, free the mind, be on your grind. We are working against the sleepless enemy. Consistent and eternal, colder than dry ice, the more we rest the more it fights with a bark much louder than its bite. Drifting… back into reality, like a punch in the stomach these realizations take the air from my lungs. The same children who walk, stumbling down this oil stained block, will be doing the same thing 15 years from today, except this bottle of milk will have aged into liquor. So the only words on my lips unless spoken to are zikr in hopes that my right book is handed to me just a little thicker. Whether God’s signs come from oil stains, or pebbles, or gold they are meant to be followed. In full faith fight your urges to deviate because deeds compound and appreciate in more ways than Wall Street can calculate. Look for patterns in life’s blessings because your turmoil of a life has already began ending.

Search for your reason to live not for the reason you’re alive, look for your spirit animal in the sky, take no second for granted, remember the blessings you’ve been handed, whether you feel treacherously abandoned or unjustly reprimanded, recall the oil stains below your feet for they will never leave you stranded.