I’m horrible when it comes to death… like i don’t really react, thats my reaction. I feel like whats the point of crying they are not going to come back, it hurts.. thats where the crying comes in .. but if i don’t cry i look like i don’t care, like a butt hole.. Its not that i don’t care, I Just have all these emotions built up, i know they are in a better place literally, so why keep putting myself through pain. get over it quickly, stop wasting time and move on. life keeps going.. not that i am trying to forget them, just not letting anything hold me back. they are gone, if i could i would bring them back but it was there time. so why suffer if they aren’t suffering ? ya feel me… it sucks that you won’t be able to see them in the physical anymore but soon enough you will see them again. celebrate their life :)
"The dialectic that brings necessity into the foundation of my freedom drives me out of myself. It shatters my unreflected position. Still in terms of consciousness, black consciousness is immanent in its own eyes. I am not the potentiality of something, I am wholly what I am. I do not have to look for the universal. No probability has any place inside me. My Negro consciousness does not hold itself out as a lack. It is. It is its own follower."