I made a #homie cry tonight. I didn't mean to. Tears fall like #raindrops. Hearts break like american promises.
The moon is full tonight. She's full of love. The #playground is empty.
I planted a #garden outside our building. He loves it. He always talks about the new leaves, the bright colors, the newest addition. He loves the garden, just like I do, just like the other neighbors do. The heart is a garden.
Sometimes we chat for more than a minute. He always always always talks about the young son he misses. Tonight he was explaining the situation, and it's heartbreaking. Finally, I said to him, with my hand over my heart, "can you talk to him here, in your heart? Can you send him all your love, telling him the stories of your parents, your grandparents? Can you describe the places you will someday show him?" His eyes filled with tears. They fall like broken systems, like #bloody empires.
I made it homie cry today.
He's not a homie. He's just another beautiful broken #angel the world tends not to see. And he wants to see his soon with every #bone of his being.