ATL

Atlanta is a confused city with ancient trees and confederate moss still clinging to its lowly swaying branches. It is a city of quiet southern porches, ignited by infamy and the neo-neon lights off Peachtree. ATL is a pocket of america's progress and wealth at Atlantic Station while still home to the nations oldest public housing projects at University Homes. They'll be torn down soon.

I find myself in the heart of a battle of cardiac proportions. I a child of private school, she a quiet public school super star. I don't know what will come of this one month connection...that seeps into my being some 12 months later. "It's all about thee feeling...the differences between what you feel and whats real..."

I don't want no trouble. I want to talk to you. And until I'm ready I'll be holding on to this distance like it contains the secrets of the heart and future. I have come to touch with the source of this feeling and I attribute it to beyond the soft embrace of your hand on cheek. Though there is a beauty there, unfound else in the cosmos...I revel and host my own delicate court in the arena of life. hoping to make the most of these moments and remember those artifacts of the journey.

Thank you, I love you.

-delano