Sunday morning on the R train from Roosevelt Avenue. Around 9AM. You could tell there was something different about you from the tone of your voice.
Anything you can give is very welcome. I will take food or change. I hope that I can give something back to you. Hope is… Hope is not forever. You do not have an infinite supply of hope. You can’t simply give it out willy-nilly. I hope that the people I love are well. I do hope for that. You must have hope. It is precious, and do not use it all for it does not come back.
I had a dream I was taken by different faces, and they were a new kind of leadership. They were explaining to me how they would rule, and how I could contribute. I hope that I am contributing under your leadership. I hope that I am some help to you. For your day.