March 24th 2021
Lord Ease My Troublin Mind
Lord there are times when I'm up and there are times when I'm down
There are times when I want to go away to a place, where I can never be found
There are days where I want to be surrounded by an entire population
That way I am able to feel the energy of your creation
Today I just want to isolate myself in darkness
I just pray that the darkness never causes me to become heartless
Lord Ease My Troublin' Mind
Lord Ease My Troublin Mind
Lord there are times when I'm up and there are times when I'm down
There are times when I want to go away to a place, where I can never be found
There are days where I want to be surrounded by an entire population
That way I am able to feel the energy of your creation
Today I just want to isolate myself in darkness
I just pray that the darkness never causes me to become heartless
Lord Ease My Troublin' Mind
To: Leonard H Williams Sr.
The first thing I want to say is, "Thank you for being you."
You were an incredible role model, a heroic man, and the perfect Grandpop.
God, thank you for allowing this man to be in my life.
My Pop-Pop, the man who called me Lenny-Bruce, the man who always told me he was proud of me, the man who told me to follow my dreams, and the man who always told me he loved me every chance he got, has officially transitioned.
It was hard for me accept that the man with the booming voice, warm hugs, and intelligent humor, had ascended for good.
I cried for an entire day, and even cried a little bit today. Shoot and I know I'll cry some more. It's just part of the grieving process. But I sure do miss you Pop-Pop: Your entire family does.
In our final conversation a few days ago you said, "I love you." and gave me one of those warm hugs of yours one last time.
That meant the world to me. Thank you for shaping & molding me into the man that I am today.
No more pain, you are officially cancer free.
Take care, Pop-Pop, you have been loved.
From: Your Grandson Leonard H Williams III a.k.a. Lenny-Bruce
Until We Meet Again
The first thing I want to say is, "Thank you for being you."
You were an incredible role model, a heroic man, and the perfect Grandpop.
God, thank you for allowing this man to be in my life.
My Pop-Pop, the man who called me Lenny-Bruce, the man who always told me he was proud of me, the man who told me to follow my dreams, and the man who always told me he loved me every chance he got, has officially transitioned.
It was hard for me accept that the man with the booming voice, warm hugs, and intelligent humor, had ascended for good.
I cried for an entire day, and even cried a little bit today. Shoot and I know I'll cry some more. It's just part of the grieving process. But I sure do miss you Pop-Pop: Your entire family does.
In our final conversation a few days ago you said, "I love you." and gave me one of those warm hugs of yours one last time.
That meant the world to me. Thank you for shaping & molding me into the man that I am today.
No more pain, you are officially cancer free.
Take care, Pop-Pop, you have been loved.
From: Your Grandson Leonard H Williams III a.k.a. Lenny-Bruce
Until We Meet Again
YOUR TWO SHINING STARS
It was a day I will never forget
In someways a day I will forever regret
I'm never ready for this thing called death
I find it eerie that one day we take our last breath.
Life is a beautiful, yet complicated thing.
In the physical we notice a lot of the complications.
But the spirit is always focused on our destinations.
My spirit is comfortable now because I know where you are.
You're with Joshua and Jeremiah, your two shining stars.
It was a day I will never forget
In someways a day I will forever regret
I'm never ready for this thing called death
I find it eerie that one day we take our last breath.
Life is a beautiful, yet complicated thing.
In the physical we notice a lot of the complications.
But the spirit is always focused on our destinations.
My spirit is comfortable now because I know where you are.
You're with Joshua and Jeremiah, your two shining stars.
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE
I GAVE MY LOVE A BROKEN-HEART
A storm is brewing in the city of Silverside. Raindrops begin to splash against the window as a woman, HEATHER LAKE, is aggressively throwing her clothes into a suitcase. As Heather wipes her tears and continues to pack her things her boyfriend, VERN GATES, is begging her not to leave.
Narrator: Vern gave his love a house that wasn't a home.
Vern gave his love a baby that wasn't her own.
Vern gave his love a family, but he did it all wrong.
Vern gave his love a broken-heart, and it tore them apart.
How can there be a house that's not a home?
How can there be a baby that wasn't her own?
How can there be a family that's made all wrong?
And how can a broken-heart tear them apart?
A house without a family, is not a home.
A baby that's not by your love, is not her own.
A family without warmth & love, was created all wrong.
And a broken-heart, will forever tear you apart.
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
Heather storms across the room with her suitcases and approaches Vern.
HEATHER: I can't believe I sacrificed so much for you.
VERN: Baby I'm sorry. Just hear me out.
HEATHER: No, Vern, I don't want to hear anymore of your apologies, and I don't need a f*cking explanation. That text told me everything I needed to know.
VERN: Look, I didn't know how to tell you that I got some girl pregnant. You had finally forgave me for cheating on you last year. So how was I supposed to break this sudden news to you that I cheated again with another woman and got her pregnant?
HEATHER: Sudden news! Are you f*cking serious? Sudden? One of the messages showed a picture of you holding your newborn son at the hospital last night. Which tells me that you knew about this girl being knocked up the entire time. I saw the entire message thread between you two. You've been sneaking around to see her during her doctor appointments and all. You even met her family. Vern, she has no idea that you're in a relationship.
Heather is sobbing.
Vern tries to hug her but Heather pushes him away, and throws a t-shirt at his face.
VERN: I was going to tell her about you, I'm just trying figure everything out right now.
HEATHER: There's nothing to figure out because this relationship is over with. I should've left you the day I found out you cheated. If you never wanted to be with me, all you had to do was say it.
VERN: Baby, don't say that . . . listen, I know I've caused you way too much pain. And I know you don't want to hear anymore of my apologies, but I'm sorry for everything. I'll make this right. I'm going to get help to see why I continue to do the things I do. I'm going to fix this. You're my heart and soul babe.
Heather laughs as tears continue to stream down her face.
HEATHER: You're going to fix this? I'm you're heart and soul?
VERN: Yes Heather you---
HEATHER: ---Oh please, you're having a baby with another woman. And good for you go ahead and try to fix yourself, but either way you aren't doing it on my time because I'm done.
VERN: Heather! ---
HEATHER: ---After three years of me staying through all your bullsh*t---
Thunder and lighting instantly roars in the sky as it pierces the clouds.
VERN: Listen to me! That's your f*cking problem! You don't listen to me. Maybe that's why I keep doing the things I do.
HEATHER: Wow! All of a sudden you switch up and this somehow became my fault with you sticking your d!ck in other women.
VERN: It's not all your fault, but sometimes you never submit to my needs as a man when I need you to. In better words, you don't compromise.
HEATHER: I don't compromise? Oh shut up Vern. I took three gap years before going to college all because of you remember. I was the one that invested into many of your music business ventures that you quickly gave up on, and through all that you wanted us to enjoy our lives in this studio apartment you call a f*cking house. I did all that because I loved you. I compromised!
Realizing he was wrong, Vern quickly tries to change the subject.
VERN: Baby let's stop arguing and try to bring some good energy in the room. I love you too and with this baby coming now just look at it as a blessing in disguise. In our own little way we can be a family.
Heather gasps in shock by Vern's words, causing her to be even more frustrated.
HEATHER: All you ever did was play with my emotions. There is no family. The day you broke my trust was the day you broke us. Goodbye Vern!
Heather slams the front door as she walks out with all of her belongings. Her yellow hoddie is getting soaked by the rain as she tosses two suitcases in the trunk of her car.
Vern opens the front door and stares at Heather getting into her car.
VERN: Where are you going to go?
Heather does not answer him and backs out of the driveway.
Narrator: Hopefully Heather's journey gets better after clearing through this stormy weather.
To be continued. . . . . . . .
ACT TWO, SCENE ONE
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND
A month later Heather changes her look and gets a new start. She applies, gets accepted, and attends Silverside University with her cousin, Faith.
FAITH: Okay, I see you Heather, with a whole new look. I'm loving the glasses and the haircut too.
HEATHER: Thank you! Yeah this new looks make me feel good and rejuvenated.
Faith gives Heather a tight hug.
FAITH: Well I know you're ready for this next chapter in your life. I love you cous.
HEATHER: Love you too cous. Thanks for everything!
ACT TWO, SCENE TWO
During Heather's very first class a young man spots her sitting in the front row.
He easily notices her because she is the only one sitting there. Everyone else is sitting in the middle or back rows.
Heather catches the young man staring.
He smiles at her and she smiles back, but Heather quickly gravitates her attention back to her phone.
ROMAN: Hey, can I sit next to you?
HEATHER: Sure.
ROMAN: My name is Roman by the way.
Roman sits next to her.
HEATHER: Hi Roman! That's an interesting name, I'm Heather.
ROMAN: Yeah my parents believe I was conceived during their trip in Rome, Italy. That's how I got the name, but nice to meet you Heather. It's obvious to me that you aren't intimidated by the professor...but everyone behind you is.
Heather looks behind her to observe the other students then looks back at Roman.
HEATHER: Well I guess you can say I've been prepared to take on these college courses for awhile now.
ROMAN: Oh I see, so this is your freshman year.
HEATHER: Yes it is but I took a gap year that turned into three gap years.
ROMAN: Really? So did I. I'm not lying either. I took three years off to travel to different parts of the U.S. before starting school for good.
HEATHER: Interesting.
Roman nods and twiddle his thumbs.
ROMAN: So what were you doing during your gap years?
Heather's intrigued by Roman but since she's still hurt from the past she doesn't want to get to caught up in a deep conversation with him.
HEATHER: I'd rather not talk about it.
ROMAN: Noted.
The professor starts the class teaching the students about BioChem.
Roman is struggling to keep up with the pace of the class, as Heather is easily flying through her notes and raising her hand for certain topics she knows in full detail.
ROMAN: Jesus Christ! How do you know so much about science?
Heather snickers.
HEATHER: I'm a BioChem major, and I desperately want to be a Medical Scientist, that's why.
ROMAN: That explains it.
HEATHER: What's your major?
ROMAN: I'd rather not talk about it.
HEATHER: OH...
Roman laughs.
ROMAN: Just messing with you. I'm an Art Major. I want to invest in Art Museums, and build my own Art Gallery one day. Unfortunately I chose this class as an elective.
HEATHER: That's---
ROMAN: ---Are you about to use the word "interesting" again?
Heather smirks.
HEATHER: No, I was going to say that's a really unique major. Now why in the world would you choose BIO 171 as an elective?
ROMAN: I don't know. I was rushing when I chose an elective. I'll just have to ask the professor for extra help after class.
HEATHER: Well I can help you.
ROMAN: Really?
Heather nods.
HEATHER: Yes, you obviously need it.
ACT TWO, SCENE THREE
After exchanging numbers, Roman walks with Heather out of the classroom.
ROMAN: So what are you doing after your last class of the day?
Heather shrugs.
HEATHER: I don't know, I'll probably hangout with my cousin in our dorm later on, why?
Roman scratches his head.
ROMAN: Well, I was wondering if we could hangout at the school coffee shop.
Heather seems hesitant.
HEATHER: Um---
ROMAN: ---As friends of course.
Heather smiles.
HEATHER: Okay, sure, we also can get an early start on your BioChem tutoring as well.
Roman embarrassingly smiles.
ROMAN: That's right, you're my tutor now.
ACT THREE, SCENE ONE
Roman and Heather make their way into the Silverside University coffee shop.
The waitress approaches them when they find a seat.
WAITRESS: Hello and what can I help you two with today?
Roman looks at Heather and motions for her to give her order first. Heather shakes her head and smiles.
HEATHER: Nah you go first.
ROMAN: I'll take one chocolate and vanilla sundae please.
WAITRESS: Alright one chocolate and vanilla sundae, and what we'll you be having Miss?
HEATHER: Hm, I was going to get a French vanilla coffee, but I'll take a chocolate and vanilla sundae too.
WAITRESS: Alright, it'll be here in a few minutes.
The waitress walks away after taking their orders.
HEATHER: So do you always order sundaes at a coffee shop instead of coffee?
Roman shrugs and grins at Heather.
ROMAN: Yeah I'm not really a huge fan of coffee.
HEATHER: Interesting.
ROMAN: You know what, I've noticed you say "interesting" a lot.
Heather laughs.
HEATHER: Because you intrigue me.
ROMAN: Well I hope I intrigue you in a good way.
Heather bites her lip and smiles again as she pulls out a notebook.
HEATHER: We'll see. Okay so the professor said during these next couple of weeks we'll be going over what happens inside our cells.
Roman nods.
ROMAN: Right I got that part and that's the only part I got.
Heather laughs.
HEATHER: Of course you did. Now let the biomedical talk begin shall we.
ACT THREE, SCENE TWO
During the time period of Heather breaking down the details of the course to Roman, he drinks his entire sundae and takes notes while listening to her.
HEATHER: Damn you finished your sundae that fast? I don't even know if I can finish mine.
ROMAN: I can help you finish it. As friends of course.
Heather raises her eyebrows.
HEATHER: Why do you keep repeating that phrase?
ROMAN: What phrase?
HEATHER: The "AS FRIENDS OF COURSE" phrase.
ROMAN: Oh because it's obvious that you just got out of a relationship.
Heather gasps.
HEATHER: What? How do you know? Is it really that obvious?
Roman laughs.
ROMAN: Yes it's that obvious. That's why I wanted to make it known that you've got a friend in me, and that I don't have bad intentions.
Heather blushes.
HEATHER: Aw well that's sweet! Now come and help me finish this sundae.
Roman grabs his straw and places it into Heather's glass.
I GAVE MY LOVE A BROKEN-HEART
A storm is brewing in the city of Silverside. Raindrops begin to splash against the window as a woman, HEATHER LAKE, is aggressively throwing her clothes into a suitcase. As Heather wipes her tears and continues to pack her things her boyfriend, VERN GATES, is begging her not to leave.
Narrator: Vern gave his love a house that wasn't a home.
Vern gave his love a baby that wasn't her own.
Vern gave his love a family, but he did it all wrong.
Vern gave his love a broken-heart, and it tore them apart.
How can there be a house that's not a home?
How can there be a baby that wasn't her own?
How can there be a family that's made all wrong?
And how can a broken-heart tear them apart?
A house without a family, is not a home.
A baby that's not by your love, is not her own.
A family without warmth & love, was created all wrong.
And a broken-heart, will forever tear you apart.
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
Heather storms across the room with her suitcases and approaches Vern.
HEATHER: I can't believe I sacrificed so much for you.
VERN: Baby I'm sorry. Just hear me out.
HEATHER: No, Vern, I don't want to hear anymore of your apologies, and I don't need a f*cking explanation. That text told me everything I needed to know.
VERN: Look, I didn't know how to tell you that I got some girl pregnant. You had finally forgave me for cheating on you last year. So how was I supposed to break this sudden news to you that I cheated again with another woman and got her pregnant?
HEATHER: Sudden news! Are you f*cking serious? Sudden? One of the messages showed a picture of you holding your newborn son at the hospital last night. Which tells me that you knew about this girl being knocked up the entire time. I saw the entire message thread between you two. You've been sneaking around to see her during her doctor appointments and all. You even met her family. Vern, she has no idea that you're in a relationship.
Heather is sobbing.
Vern tries to hug her but Heather pushes him away, and throws a t-shirt at his face.
VERN: I was going to tell her about you, I'm just trying figure everything out right now.
HEATHER: There's nothing to figure out because this relationship is over with. I should've left you the day I found out you cheated. If you never wanted to be with me, all you had to do was say it.
VERN: Baby, don't say that . . . listen, I know I've caused you way too much pain. And I know you don't want to hear anymore of my apologies, but I'm sorry for everything. I'll make this right. I'm going to get help to see why I continue to do the things I do. I'm going to fix this. You're my heart and soul babe.
Heather laughs as tears continue to stream down her face.
HEATHER: You're going to fix this? I'm you're heart and soul?
VERN: Yes Heather you---
HEATHER: ---Oh please, you're having a baby with another woman. And good for you go ahead and try to fix yourself, but either way you aren't doing it on my time because I'm done.
VERN: Heather! ---
HEATHER: ---After three years of me staying through all your bullsh*t---
Thunder and lighting instantly roars in the sky as it pierces the clouds.
VERN: Listen to me! That's your f*cking problem! You don't listen to me. Maybe that's why I keep doing the things I do.
HEATHER: Wow! All of a sudden you switch up and this somehow became my fault with you sticking your d!ck in other women.
VERN: It's not all your fault, but sometimes you never submit to my needs as a man when I need you to. In better words, you don't compromise.
HEATHER: I don't compromise? Oh shut up Vern. I took three gap years before going to college all because of you remember. I was the one that invested into many of your music business ventures that you quickly gave up on, and through all that you wanted us to enjoy our lives in this studio apartment you call a f*cking house. I did all that because I loved you. I compromised!
Realizing he was wrong, Vern quickly tries to change the subject.
VERN: Baby let's stop arguing and try to bring some good energy in the room. I love you too and with this baby coming now just look at it as a blessing in disguise. In our own little way we can be a family.
Heather gasps in shock by Vern's words, causing her to be even more frustrated.
HEATHER: All you ever did was play with my emotions. There is no family. The day you broke my trust was the day you broke us. Goodbye Vern!
Heather slams the front door as she walks out with all of her belongings. Her yellow hoddie is getting soaked by the rain as she tosses two suitcases in the trunk of her car.
Vern opens the front door and stares at Heather getting into her car.
VERN: Where are you going to go?
Heather does not answer him and backs out of the driveway.
Narrator: Hopefully Heather's journey gets better after clearing through this stormy weather.
To be continued. . . . . . . .
ACT TWO, SCENE ONE
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND
A month later Heather changes her look and gets a new start. She applies, gets accepted, and attends Silverside University with her cousin, Faith.
FAITH: Okay, I see you Heather, with a whole new look. I'm loving the glasses and the haircut too.
HEATHER: Thank you! Yeah this new looks make me feel good and rejuvenated.
Faith gives Heather a tight hug.
FAITH: Well I know you're ready for this next chapter in your life. I love you cous.
HEATHER: Love you too cous. Thanks for everything!
ACT TWO, SCENE TWO
During Heather's very first class a young man spots her sitting in the front row.
He easily notices her because she is the only one sitting there. Everyone else is sitting in the middle or back rows.
Heather catches the young man staring.
He smiles at her and she smiles back, but Heather quickly gravitates her attention back to her phone.
ROMAN: Hey, can I sit next to you?
HEATHER: Sure.
ROMAN: My name is Roman by the way.
Roman sits next to her.
HEATHER: Hi Roman! That's an interesting name, I'm Heather.
ROMAN: Yeah my parents believe I was conceived during their trip in Rome, Italy. That's how I got the name, but nice to meet you Heather. It's obvious to me that you aren't intimidated by the professor...but everyone behind you is.
Heather looks behind her to observe the other students then looks back at Roman.
HEATHER: Well I guess you can say I've been prepared to take on these college courses for awhile now.
ROMAN: Oh I see, so this is your freshman year.
HEATHER: Yes it is but I took a gap year that turned into three gap years.
ROMAN: Really? So did I. I'm not lying either. I took three years off to travel to different parts of the U.S. before starting school for good.
HEATHER: Interesting.
Roman nods and twiddle his thumbs.
ROMAN: So what were you doing during your gap years?
Heather's intrigued by Roman but since she's still hurt from the past she doesn't want to get to caught up in a deep conversation with him.
HEATHER: I'd rather not talk about it.
ROMAN: Noted.
The professor starts the class teaching the students about BioChem.
Roman is struggling to keep up with the pace of the class, as Heather is easily flying through her notes and raising her hand for certain topics she knows in full detail.
ROMAN: Jesus Christ! How do you know so much about science?
Heather snickers.
HEATHER: I'm a BioChem major, and I desperately want to be a Medical Scientist, that's why.
ROMAN: That explains it.
HEATHER: What's your major?
ROMAN: I'd rather not talk about it.
HEATHER: OH...
Roman laughs.
ROMAN: Just messing with you. I'm an Art Major. I want to invest in Art Museums, and build my own Art Gallery one day. Unfortunately I chose this class as an elective.
HEATHER: That's---
ROMAN: ---Are you about to use the word "interesting" again?
Heather smirks.
HEATHER: No, I was going to say that's a really unique major. Now why in the world would you choose BIO 171 as an elective?
ROMAN: I don't know. I was rushing when I chose an elective. I'll just have to ask the professor for extra help after class.
HEATHER: Well I can help you.
ROMAN: Really?
Heather nods.
HEATHER: Yes, you obviously need it.
ACT TWO, SCENE THREE
After exchanging numbers, Roman walks with Heather out of the classroom.
ROMAN: So what are you doing after your last class of the day?
Heather shrugs.
HEATHER: I don't know, I'll probably hangout with my cousin in our dorm later on, why?
Roman scratches his head.
ROMAN: Well, I was wondering if we could hangout at the school coffee shop.
Heather seems hesitant.
HEATHER: Um---
ROMAN: ---As friends of course.
Heather smiles.
HEATHER: Okay, sure, we also can get an early start on your BioChem tutoring as well.
Roman embarrassingly smiles.
ROMAN: That's right, you're my tutor now.
ACT THREE, SCENE ONE
Roman and Heather make their way into the Silverside University coffee shop.
The waitress approaches them when they find a seat.
WAITRESS: Hello and what can I help you two with today?
Roman looks at Heather and motions for her to give her order first. Heather shakes her head and smiles.
HEATHER: Nah you go first.
ROMAN: I'll take one chocolate and vanilla sundae please.
WAITRESS: Alright one chocolate and vanilla sundae, and what we'll you be having Miss?
HEATHER: Hm, I was going to get a French vanilla coffee, but I'll take a chocolate and vanilla sundae too.
WAITRESS: Alright, it'll be here in a few minutes.
The waitress walks away after taking their orders.
HEATHER: So do you always order sundaes at a coffee shop instead of coffee?
Roman shrugs and grins at Heather.
ROMAN: Yeah I'm not really a huge fan of coffee.
HEATHER: Interesting.
ROMAN: You know what, I've noticed you say "interesting" a lot.
Heather laughs.
HEATHER: Because you intrigue me.
ROMAN: Well I hope I intrigue you in a good way.
Heather bites her lip and smiles again as she pulls out a notebook.
HEATHER: We'll see. Okay so the professor said during these next couple of weeks we'll be going over what happens inside our cells.
Roman nods.
ROMAN: Right I got that part and that's the only part I got.
Heather laughs.
HEATHER: Of course you did. Now let the biomedical talk begin shall we.
ACT THREE, SCENE TWO
During the time period of Heather breaking down the details of the course to Roman, he drinks his entire sundae and takes notes while listening to her.
HEATHER: Damn you finished your sundae that fast? I don't even know if I can finish mine.
ROMAN: I can help you finish it. As friends of course.
Heather raises her eyebrows.
HEATHER: Why do you keep repeating that phrase?
ROMAN: What phrase?
HEATHER: The "AS FRIENDS OF COURSE" phrase.
ROMAN: Oh because it's obvious that you just got out of a relationship.
Heather gasps.
HEATHER: What? How do you know? Is it really that obvious?
Roman laughs.
ROMAN: Yes it's that obvious. That's why I wanted to make it known that you've got a friend in me, and that I don't have bad intentions.
Heather blushes.
HEATHER: Aw well that's sweet! Now come and help me finish this sundae.
Roman grabs his straw and places it into Heather's glass.
ACT THREE, SCENE THREE
After a month of studying together and getting Roman where he needed to be with BioChem, Heather's feelings continuously grow for Roman. And Roman took Heather out to the museum or coffee shop once a week; causing their chemistry to grow more and more.
It's now the beginning of a new month and Heather just finishes helping Roman with his BioChem homework in his dorm, but she doesn't want to leave his dorm at the moment.
Roman doesn't want her to go either.
He lays down on his carpet floor and places one ear bud in his ear.
ROMAN: Hey, we've known each other for a while now, but I've never asked you this particular question.
Heather turns red.
HEATHER: Asked me what?
ROMAN: What type of music do you listen to?
HEATHER: Oh... well don't tease me but I love K-Pop.
ROMAN: K-Pop?
HEATHER: Yes. It's pretty good. Don't sleep on K-Pop! BTS is my favorite. What do you listen to?
Heather lays on the floor next to Roman.
ROMAN: I listen to jazz. Miles Davis is my favorite. I usually listen to jazz on my earphones when I'm looking at art in the nearby museums, but I decided not to distract myself the last time I took you there with me.
HEATHER: Aw I would've had no problem with you listening to jazz while we were at the museum. I would've listened with you. Look, how about this. I'll play you some BTS tracks and you can play me some of Miles Davis' tracks. That way we can make a playlist together. Deal?
ROMAN: Yeah I like the sound of that you, you got a deal!
Heather then turns on some BTS.
HEATHER: And Roman?
ROMAN: Yeah!
HEATHER: What if I told you that I would like to be more than friends.
A wide smile grows on Roman's face.
ROMAN: Then I would say, "YES I WOULD LIKE TO BE MORE THAN FRIENDS TOO, OF COURSE."
Narrator: Heather has cleared her way through the storm and has found the perfect weather.
THE END.
After a month of studying together and getting Roman where he needed to be with BioChem, Heather's feelings continuously grow for Roman. And Roman took Heather out to the museum or coffee shop once a week; causing their chemistry to grow more and more.
It's now the beginning of a new month and Heather just finishes helping Roman with his BioChem homework in his dorm, but she doesn't want to leave his dorm at the moment.
Roman doesn't want her to go either.
He lays down on his carpet floor and places one ear bud in his ear.
ROMAN: Hey, we've known each other for a while now, but I've never asked you this particular question.
Heather turns red.
HEATHER: Asked me what?
ROMAN: What type of music do you listen to?
HEATHER: Oh... well don't tease me but I love K-Pop.
ROMAN: K-Pop?
HEATHER: Yes. It's pretty good. Don't sleep on K-Pop! BTS is my favorite. What do you listen to?
Heather lays on the floor next to Roman.
ROMAN: I listen to jazz. Miles Davis is my favorite. I usually listen to jazz on my earphones when I'm looking at art in the nearby museums, but I decided not to distract myself the last time I took you there with me.
HEATHER: Aw I would've had no problem with you listening to jazz while we were at the museum. I would've listened with you. Look, how about this. I'll play you some BTS tracks and you can play me some of Miles Davis' tracks. That way we can make a playlist together. Deal?
ROMAN: Yeah I like the sound of that you, you got a deal!
Heather then turns on some BTS.
HEATHER: And Roman?
ROMAN: Yeah!
HEATHER: What if I told you that I would like to be more than friends.
A wide smile grows on Roman's face.
ROMAN: Then I would say, "YES I WOULD LIKE TO BE MORE THAN FRIENDS TOO, OF COURSE."
Narrator: Heather has cleared her way through the storm and has found the perfect weather.
THE END.
Dream Girl Don't Fly Away
Forgive me for wanting you so bad
At first glance I wanted to call you my own
And I don't think this feeling is from years of feeling alone
It's different, it's unique, it's like a dream
In all honesty I don't know what this could mean
But our souls are pulling us together while the wind is trying to tear us apart
Dream girl don't fly away from me
You came, you saw, and you conquered my heart
So don't let a little wind tear us apart!!!!
Can't you see me holding on for dear life just to keep your presence
I'm not a creep, I swear, I'm just addicted to your essence
I don't know how long I have left in this world
So while I'm living, I'll keep asking you to be my girl
I'm sure my heart can take whatever you have to say
Dream girl just don't fly away
At first glance I wanted to call you my own
And I don't think this feeling is from years of feeling alone
It's different, it's unique, it's like a dream
In all honesty I don't know what this could mean
But our souls are pulling us together while the wind is trying to tear us apart
Dream girl don't fly away from me
You came, you saw, and you conquered my heart
So don't let a little wind tear us apart!!!!
Can't you see me holding on for dear life just to keep your presence
I'm not a creep, I swear, I'm just addicted to your essence
I don't know how long I have left in this world
So while I'm living, I'll keep asking you to be my girl
I'm sure my heart can take whatever you have to say
Dream girl just don't fly away
Hey people! As we can see, it's Valentine's Day today! The holiday that supposedly represents love, admiration, and friendship.
From our nervous days in elementary all the way up to adulthood, we constantly put pressure on ourselves into wanting a Valentine or pleasing our Valentine the best way possible. And usually our Valentine is someone we're going to love for a lifetime, or someone we like for a day. OR SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN.
Since this day represents romance, I always sit and ponder the question of what love genuinely means to people. (What does love mean to you?) To each and every individual on the planet, love could mean a lot of things, but if I were to ask billions of people this question, I can guarantee you that all their interpretations of love would somehow be the SAME.
To me love is patient, love is commitment, love is intense, love is trusting, love is connecting, and love is never-ending. It's also tricky too because in the romance department we can quickly fall in love and overtime slowly fall out of it. There are many reasons as to why this happens, and I'm not going to get into all the reasons because we would be here all day.
I just know when a woman earns my love I want patience, commitment, intensity, trust, and forever. I would want these qualities because I would be giving her the same things in return. And trust me I will!
From our nervous days in elementary all the way up to adulthood, we constantly put pressure on ourselves into wanting a Valentine or pleasing our Valentine the best way possible. And usually our Valentine is someone we're going to love for a lifetime, or someone we like for a day. OR SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN.
Since this day represents romance, I always sit and ponder the question of what love genuinely means to people. (What does love mean to you?) To each and every individual on the planet, love could mean a lot of things, but if I were to ask billions of people this question, I can guarantee you that all their interpretations of love would somehow be the SAME.
To me love is patient, love is commitment, love is intense, love is trusting, love is connecting, and love is never-ending. It's also tricky too because in the romance department we can quickly fall in love and overtime slowly fall out of it. There are many reasons as to why this happens, and I'm not going to get into all the reasons because we would be here all day.
I just know when a woman earns my love I want patience, commitment, intensity, trust, and forever. I would want these qualities because I would be giving her the same things in return. And trust me I will!
Trust Me
Trust me, you already hit the game-winning shot
So don't worry about the women that try to shoot theirs
They'll miss every time
Because as you know, you're already mine.
Just trust me,
I'll love you when you're mad
I'll love you when you feel lonely
I'll love you when you're glad
I'll love you my one and only
Trust me
That's all I ask, because you're all I care for
You're the only girl my soul adores
And the only girl my heart beats for
We'll explore the dimensions forever more
Just Trust Me
So don't worry about the women that try to shoot theirs
They'll miss every time
Because as you know, you're already mine.
Just trust me,
I'll love you when you're mad
I'll love you when you feel lonely
I'll love you when you're glad
I'll love you my one and only
Trust me
That's all I ask, because you're all I care for
You're the only girl my soul adores
And the only girl my heart beats for
We'll explore the dimensions forever more
Just Trust Me
I'm Forever Yours
Let's sit here together and gaze at the sky
Hand and hand you and I
The beach is so calming and we're at peace
Time is no longer passing by
I'm forever yours, You're forever mine
I'll write it down a million times
- Lenny Williams
Hand and hand you and I
The beach is so calming and we're at peace
Time is no longer passing by
I'm forever yours, You're forever mine
I'll write it down a million times
- Lenny Williams
Say your name,
A spell it leaves my lips.
Maybe if I say it 1000 times
You’ll be here for 1000 more moments.
I swear I’ve known you for 1000 lives.
- Spoken Mind
A spell it leaves my lips.
Maybe if I say it 1000 times
You’ll be here for 1000 more moments.
I swear I’ve known you for 1000 lives.
- Spoken Mind
Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
Stargazing takes me to new heights every night. Watching the clouds open up to display the universe is the most magical thing we can witness as human beings. The night sky has heavily influenced my creativity in recent years. But the magic all started when I watched Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory for the first time as a kid. And I'm referring to the 1971 classic starring Gene Wilder, not the crappy remake from 2005. Now, back to what I was saying: Willy Wonka enhanced my imagination and it played a major part in molding the creator I am today. As years went on, Space Jam, and plenty of other films also played a part in how I create and craft my work.
I love it to a point where I find myself taking notes while watching a film I truly enjoy. I can't help it! When something is able to grab hold of my attention for an hour and a half or two hours, I have to know what the writers and directors did to hook me. And that's my goal as a novelist and a future screenwriter. I want to grab hold of the audience and bring them into in my world without them ever wanting to leave.
Today, I'm able to blend nature, my dreams, and my imagination to create the magic I feel in my spirit. Inspiration always comes to me and I thank God for that gift. As an adult, I still realize that my world is full of creation and pure imagination, and that's because I never allowed my inner child to die.
Within the soul of a magical creator is the child that never grew up.
Here's a poem I've written called Inner Child, Inner Magic. I hope you enjoy it.
I love it to a point where I find myself taking notes while watching a film I truly enjoy. I can't help it! When something is able to grab hold of my attention for an hour and a half or two hours, I have to know what the writers and directors did to hook me. And that's my goal as a novelist and a future screenwriter. I want to grab hold of the audience and bring them into in my world without them ever wanting to leave.
Today, I'm able to blend nature, my dreams, and my imagination to create the magic I feel in my spirit. Inspiration always comes to me and I thank God for that gift. As an adult, I still realize that my world is full of creation and pure imagination, and that's because I never allowed my inner child to die.
Within the soul of a magical creator is the child that never grew up.
Here's a poem I've written called Inner Child, Inner Magic. I hope you enjoy it.
Inner Child, Inner Magic!
The inner child in me wants to make you happy when you're down.
The inner child in me wants to play whenever you begin to mope around.
The inner child in me discovers magic wherever I go.
The inner child in me never worries, and when it comes to challenges, I never say no.
The inner child in me enjoys living in the moment and being alive.
The inner child in me loves exploring the magic in the night sky.
The inner child in me wants to jump and fly high.
My inner magic never disappeared, so my inner child will never die.
The inner child in me wants to make you happy when you're down.
The inner child in me wants to play whenever you begin to mope around.
The inner child in me discovers magic wherever I go.
The inner child in me never worries, and when it comes to challenges, I never say no.
The inner child in me enjoys living in the moment and being alive.
The inner child in me loves exploring the magic in the night sky.
The inner child in me wants to jump and fly high.
My inner magic never disappeared, so my inner child will never die.
Dedicated to my Great-Grandmother, Alice Goldsborough. Our unconditional loving matriarch. Love you forever!
*A special thanks to Sam Cooke for the inspiration.*
I wrote this emotional piece during September of 2019 in Los Angeles, California. At the time I suffered a tremendous loss. And for some reason Sam Cooke's song "Ease My Troublin' Mind" was the only song my spirit could digest. This song was actually on my 60s playlist; the same playlist that my grandmother and I would listen to whenever I ran errands with her.
Man I miss those moments.
With all the meditation, astral projection experiences, scripture readings, and knowledge I have about the afterlife, nothing really prepares me for tragedy. Initially, it's always a smack in the face. It takes me a long time to cope with losing a loved one. I guess that's just a natural part of the human experience.
Yeah that's right, it's called grief.
Just think about someone giving you love and care throughout your daily life and how consistent they are with those qualities. Now think about that same person and their actions ultimately coming to a sudden end.
Events like that throw you completely off and sometimes it makes us rearrange the way we go through our daily lives.
When my great-grandmother died in late September of 2019 it was the worst day ever. After hearing the news from my parents, all of my senses went completely numb. Having just moved to Los Angeles from Delaware didn't help either. It made me feel worse, like I was wrong and selfish for moving in the first place. And deep down I knew I wasn't selfish. I was far from it; I was just a young man chasing his dreams. However, my mind was battling with my spirit. One side tried to make me feel guilty, and the other side tried to reassure me that everything was going to be fine. That was due to my inner-self feeling completely alone and isolated.
During that isolation I wrote exactly how I felt.
Here's a little something I wrote that year, a day after Alice Goldsborough left us:
*A special thanks to Sam Cooke for the inspiration.*
I wrote this emotional piece during September of 2019 in Los Angeles, California. At the time I suffered a tremendous loss. And for some reason Sam Cooke's song "Ease My Troublin' Mind" was the only song my spirit could digest. This song was actually on my 60s playlist; the same playlist that my grandmother and I would listen to whenever I ran errands with her.
Man I miss those moments.
With all the meditation, astral projection experiences, scripture readings, and knowledge I have about the afterlife, nothing really prepares me for tragedy. Initially, it's always a smack in the face. It takes me a long time to cope with losing a loved one. I guess that's just a natural part of the human experience.
Yeah that's right, it's called grief.
Just think about someone giving you love and care throughout your daily life and how consistent they are with those qualities. Now think about that same person and their actions ultimately coming to a sudden end.
Events like that throw you completely off and sometimes it makes us rearrange the way we go through our daily lives.
When my great-grandmother died in late September of 2019 it was the worst day ever. After hearing the news from my parents, all of my senses went completely numb. Having just moved to Los Angeles from Delaware didn't help either. It made me feel worse, like I was wrong and selfish for moving in the first place. And deep down I knew I wasn't selfish. I was far from it; I was just a young man chasing his dreams. However, my mind was battling with my spirit. One side tried to make me feel guilty, and the other side tried to reassure me that everything was going to be fine. That was due to my inner-self feeling completely alone and isolated.
During that isolation I wrote exactly how I felt.
Here's a little something I wrote that year, a day after Alice Goldsborough left us:
(Lord) Ease My Troublin' Mind
Lord, I wish you would come and ease my troublin' mind.
I wish my Granny was here to tell me everything would be alright.
Lord, why would you take my Great-Granny the way you did last night.
Lord, people always told me that when I'm going through my troubles, that I should pray to you.
Because you know how to remove our troubles even when the troubles are stuck to us like glue.
Well I'm looking for you, Lord, because right now I'm so blue.
I'm 2,700 miles away from home.
In LA but I might as well be in Rome.
Right now I'm feeling all alone.
Jesus Christ!
I wish my family could come and fly here, to tell me everything is going to be alright.
Please! Somebody! Come and ease my troublin' mind . . . .
Lord, I wish you would come and ease my troublin' mind.
I wish my Granny was here to tell me everything would be alright.
Lord, why would you take my Great-Granny the way you did last night.
Lord, people always told me that when I'm going through my troubles, that I should pray to you.
Because you know how to remove our troubles even when the troubles are stuck to us like glue.
Well I'm looking for you, Lord, because right now I'm so blue.
I'm 2,700 miles away from home.
In LA but I might as well be in Rome.
Right now I'm feeling all alone.
Jesus Christ!
I wish my family could come and fly here, to tell me everything is going to be alright.
Please! Somebody! Come and ease my troublin' mind . . . .
Was it love or was it lust?
Is that wrong for me to ask . . . since I already knew deep down that you were falling for me?
I'm sorry I didn't feel the same way.
To me this was just a fun summer fling.
The entire time you saw a potential husband in me, but I didn't see the potential wife in you.
Forgive me, because multiple times we walked on the beach, held hands, and had conversations like a couple would do; so why am I acting like this wasn't a clue?
I should've told you from the beginning that this was lust and not love.
In a way, I guess I was your summer love, because you loved me, but I didn't love you.
So I'll say it one more time for you and the skies above.
FORGIVE ME MY SUMMER LOVE.
Is that wrong for me to ask . . . since I already knew deep down that you were falling for me?
I'm sorry I didn't feel the same way.
To me this was just a fun summer fling.
The entire time you saw a potential husband in me, but I didn't see the potential wife in you.
Forgive me, because multiple times we walked on the beach, held hands, and had conversations like a couple would do; so why am I acting like this wasn't a clue?
I should've told you from the beginning that this was lust and not love.
In a way, I guess I was your summer love, because you loved me, but I didn't love you.
So I'll say it one more time for you and the skies above.
FORGIVE ME MY SUMMER LOVE.
For the record, the baby in this photo isn't mine. She's precious though isn't she : ) It's my friend's baby. My friend Brandi to be exact.
Alright people . . . so at first this story was going to be an audio-book on YouTube, but that went nowhere. It wasn't really thought out and put together the right way, I needed way more preparation. Then I thought about changing the theme of this story into a comedy special or a movie script a.k.a. screenplay. And yes I said a comedy special! I've only done stand-up comedy THREE times. So um, yeah . . . . there's no way I would actually disrespect the art-form like that. It was just a thought. I'm a fantasy writer, not a comedian so after all of my so-called attempts failed I decided to shelf this story.
Originally, this story was about a young bachelor who struck his first movie deal as a screenwriter. He was now making the big bucks $$$$ as some would say. After finding out the good news, his cousin decided to throw a house party. (The funny part about this party scene is that I imagined myself playing the main character and D.C. Young Fly playing the cousin of the main character.) During the party a young woman seduces the newly successful writer and later on tricks him into thinking he got her pregnant. She was already a few weeks pregnant when they first met at the party, her belly just wasn't showing yet.
To make a long story short, this project was going to be like the movie Look Who's Talking, but the twist is that the main character would be able to hear the baby's thoughts!
Side note: I didn't like the fact that I put myself on the cover anyway. As time passed I felt like that came off as cocky or ARROGANT, and I'm not like that at all. Last but not least I decided to use this cover and title for the thoughts I had in my journal. Hopefully you guys enjoy my thoughts, here they are:
My Worst Nightmare is to become lazy.
My dream is to increase my work ethic to the absolute max.
My Worst Nightmare is to become a hateful human being.
My dream is for everyone to love my aura.
My Worst Nightmare is to become an atheist.
My dream is to master astral projection and gain all-knowing knowledge about spirituality and the universe.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose faith in humanity.
My dream is for humans to stop killing animals and other humans.
My Worst Nightmare is to have a child with a woman I'm not in love with.
My dream is to have a child with a woman that I consider my wife, bestfriend, and lover.
My Worst Nightmare is to become the type of person that never looks at the bright side of things, only the negative side.
My dream is to master the art of positive thinking.
My Worst Nightmare is to no longer be a beloved brother, son, and potential husband & father; but a hated one.
My dream is to continue to be a beloved brother, son, and potential husband & father.
My Worst Nightmare is to be alone forever.
My dream is to always be surrounded by the ones I love for all eternity.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose all of my supporters.
My dream is gain a new supporters every day.
My Worst Nightmare is to never make a film again.
My dream is to make one-hundred films, and I already have a good start with one documentary on YouTube; so cheers to ninety-nine more!
My Worst Nightmare is to die without leaving a legacy.
My dream is to build my legacy each day.
My Worst Nightmare is to die with nothing to pass on to my siblings or kids.
My dream is to establish wealth that will last for generations.
My Worst Nightmare is to quit writing for good.
My dream is to continue writing in the afterlife.
My Worst Nightmare is to fall back on my Plan B and work in the Criminal Justice System again.
My dream is to never bring up that "Plan B" talk ever again and create a virtual theme park.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose hope.
My dream is to earn my magic.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose faith.
My dream is to fulfill my destiny.
My Worst Nightmare is to give up on everything in my life.
My dream is to strive for greatness in every dimension I'm in.
Alright people . . . so at first this story was going to be an audio-book on YouTube, but that went nowhere. It wasn't really thought out and put together the right way, I needed way more preparation. Then I thought about changing the theme of this story into a comedy special or a movie script a.k.a. screenplay. And yes I said a comedy special! I've only done stand-up comedy THREE times. So um, yeah . . . . there's no way I would actually disrespect the art-form like that. It was just a thought. I'm a fantasy writer, not a comedian so after all of my so-called attempts failed I decided to shelf this story.
Originally, this story was about a young bachelor who struck his first movie deal as a screenwriter. He was now making the big bucks $$$$ as some would say. After finding out the good news, his cousin decided to throw a house party. (The funny part about this party scene is that I imagined myself playing the main character and D.C. Young Fly playing the cousin of the main character.) During the party a young woman seduces the newly successful writer and later on tricks him into thinking he got her pregnant. She was already a few weeks pregnant when they first met at the party, her belly just wasn't showing yet.
To make a long story short, this project was going to be like the movie Look Who's Talking, but the twist is that the main character would be able to hear the baby's thoughts!
Side note: I didn't like the fact that I put myself on the cover anyway. As time passed I felt like that came off as cocky or ARROGANT, and I'm not like that at all. Last but not least I decided to use this cover and title for the thoughts I had in my journal. Hopefully you guys enjoy my thoughts, here they are:
My Worst Nightmare is to become lazy.
My dream is to increase my work ethic to the absolute max.
My Worst Nightmare is to become a hateful human being.
My dream is for everyone to love my aura.
My Worst Nightmare is to become an atheist.
My dream is to master astral projection and gain all-knowing knowledge about spirituality and the universe.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose faith in humanity.
My dream is for humans to stop killing animals and other humans.
My Worst Nightmare is to have a child with a woman I'm not in love with.
My dream is to have a child with a woman that I consider my wife, bestfriend, and lover.
My Worst Nightmare is to become the type of person that never looks at the bright side of things, only the negative side.
My dream is to master the art of positive thinking.
My Worst Nightmare is to no longer be a beloved brother, son, and potential husband & father; but a hated one.
My dream is to continue to be a beloved brother, son, and potential husband & father.
My Worst Nightmare is to be alone forever.
My dream is to always be surrounded by the ones I love for all eternity.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose all of my supporters.
My dream is gain a new supporters every day.
My Worst Nightmare is to never make a film again.
My dream is to make one-hundred films, and I already have a good start with one documentary on YouTube; so cheers to ninety-nine more!
My Worst Nightmare is to die without leaving a legacy.
My dream is to build my legacy each day.
My Worst Nightmare is to die with nothing to pass on to my siblings or kids.
My dream is to establish wealth that will last for generations.
My Worst Nightmare is to quit writing for good.
My dream is to continue writing in the afterlife.
My Worst Nightmare is to fall back on my Plan B and work in the Criminal Justice System again.
My dream is to never bring up that "Plan B" talk ever again and create a virtual theme park.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose hope.
My dream is to earn my magic.
My Worst Nightmare is to lose faith.
My dream is to fulfill my destiny.
My Worst Nightmare is to give up on everything in my life.
My dream is to strive for greatness in every dimension I'm in.