I often find myself in a space of longing. Longing for the feeling I had when I laughed from the pit of my stomach. Longing for the feeling I had when I broke bread with a group of friends. Longing for the feeling I had when I sat on the hood of a car drinking a 40. Longing for the feeling I had when I invited a friend out and there wasn't a bunch of hurdles to go through for that simple bite. Longing for that feeling of walking on the beach, sand between my toes and his hand curled up in mine. Longing for that feeling when I heard that head banger for the first time in a smoky dark club surrounded by my like minded friends. Longing for the feeling I had when I sat on that roof, feet dangling on the side, air whisking through my hair and puff puff passing. Longing for that feeling I had when the free spins resulted in free money. Longing for that feeling I had when I didn't care that my hair and my edges were gonna be jacked up from the weather. Longing for that feeling I had when my mom visited me and bought me a pan of her lasagna. Longing for that feeling I had when my dad invited me to spend time with him. Longing for that feeling I had when my exes kisses always took my breath away. Longing for the feeling I had when my best friend grabbed my hand looked me in the eye in the middle of the night when we were out and up to no good and said always remember I love you. Longing for the feeling I had when I told my little brother I was taking him on a trip just me and him to Puerto Rico. Longing for the feeling I had before walking into my grandmas house and smelling the fried fish and grits waiting for me. Longing for the feeling I had when my Nana put all my bills on my bed with the words paid written across them. Longing for the feeling I had when a high school classmate wrote on Facebook that I was beautiful. Longing for the feeling I had when Mary J Blige and Faith Evans got me through a bad relationship. Longing for the feeling I had when I got THAT job. Longing for that feeling I had when all of those babies I held wrapped their tiny fingers around my one pointer. I swear I'm just longing....
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Trevor Blair
7/14/2017 03:13:58 pm
I'm longing for my sister to remember just how much I love her
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Dwight Blair
10/25/2017 12:23:35 pm
This is new
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AuthorMy name is Tamieka Blair and I live on Long Island in New York. I write, I read, I write, I work, I write, I support..I WRITE!!! Archives
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