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$\"Odd$ <\/p>\n

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Whoever you are, wherever you are\u2026 I\u2019m starting to think we are a lot alike. Human beings spinning on blackness. All wanting to be seen, touched, heard, paid attention to. My loved ones are everything to me here. In the last year or 3, I\u2019ve screamed at my creator. Screamed at clouds in the sky. For some explanation. Mercy maybe.\u00a0 For peace of mind to rain like manna somehow. 4 Summers ago, I met somebody.\u00a0 I was 19 years old. He was too.\u00a0 We spent that Summer and the Summer after, together.\u00a0 Everyday almost.\u00a0 And on the days we were together, time would glide.\u00a0 Most of the day I\u2019d see him, and his smile.\u00a0 I\u2019d hear his conversation and his silence.. Until it was time to sleep.\u00a0 Sleep I would often share with him.\u00a0 By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping.\u00a0 No negotiating with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love.\u00a0 It changed my life.\u00a0 Back then, my mind would wander to the women I had been with.\u00a0 The ones I cared for and thought I was in love with.\u00a0\u00a0 I reminisced about the sentimental songs I enjoyed when I was a teenager.\u00a0 The ones I played when I experienced a girl too quickly.\u00a0 Imagine being thrown from a plane.\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t in a plane though.\u00a0 I was in a Nissan Maxima.\u00a0 The same car I packed up with bags and drove to Los Angeles in.\u00a0 I sat there and told my friend how I felt.\u00a0 I wept as the words left my mouth.\u00a0 I grieved for them, know I could never take them back for myself.\u00a0 He patted my back.\u00a0 He said kind things.\u00a0 He did his best, but he wouldn\u2019t admit the same.\u00a0 He had to go back inside soon. I was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs.\u00a0 He wouldn\u2019t tell me the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years.\u00a0 I felt like I\u2019d only imagined reciprocity for years.\u00a0 Now imagine being thrown from a cliff.\u00a0 No. I wasn\u2019t on a cliff. I was still in my car telling myself it was gonna be fine and to take deep breaths.\u00a0 I took the breaths and carried on.\u00a0 I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn\u2019t imagine keeping up my life without him.\u00a0 I struggled to master myself and my emotions.\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t always successful.<\/em><\/p>\n

The dance went on.. I kept the rhythm for several Summers after.\u00a0 It\u2019s Winter now.\u00a0 I\u2019m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans.\u00a0 I flew home for another marred Christmas.\u00a0 I have a windowseat.\u00a0 It\u2019s December 27, 2011.\u00a0 By now, I\u2019ve written two albums.\u00a0 This being the second.\u00a0 I wrote to keep myself busy and sane.\u00a0 I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions.\u00a0 I\u2019m surprised at how far all of it has taken me.\u00a0\u00a0 Before writing this, I\u2019d told some people my story. I\u2019m sure these people kept me alive.\u00a0 Kept me safe\u2026 sincerely.\u00a0 These are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart.\u00a0 Everyone of you knows who you are.. Great humans.\u00a0 Probably angels.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know what happens now, and that\u2019s alright.\u00a0 I don\u2019t have any secrets I need kept anymore.\u00a0 There\u2019s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean.\u00a0 I was never alone, as much as I felt like it..As much as I still do sometimes.\u00a0 I never was. I don\u2019t think I ever could be.\u00a0 Thanks.\u00a0 To my first love, I\u2019m grateful for you.\u00a0 Grateful that even though it wasn\u2019t what I had hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was.\u00a0 Some things never are\u2026And we were.\u00a0 I won\u2019t forget you.\u00a0 I won\u2019t forget the Summer..I\u2019ll remember who I was when I met you.\u00a0 I\u2019ll remember who you were and how we both changed and stayed the same.\u00a0 I\u2019ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now.\u00a0 Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive.\u00a0 Thanks.\u00a0 To my mother, you raised me strong.\u00a0 I know I\u2019m only brave because you were first\u2026So thank you.\u00a0 All of you.\u00a0 For everything good.\u00a0 I feel like a free man.\u00a0 If I listen closely, I can hear the sky falling too.<\/em><\/p>\n

–Frank<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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