is you is or is you aint
2013-12-02 @ 9:13 p.m.

what a wonderfully humbling weekend of family, food, and conversations to the tune of my uncles expensive speakers. they jam out tunes that rattle the ceiling fan they rock so hard. the beats that come out are of righteous compact discs; no mp3 players in sight. the air mattress embraces us into the hard wood floor, pillowing around us in the dark as we fall asleep feeling our round bellies full of grandma's cooking and our warm bodies under the blankets, keeping us safe from the cold breeze slipping through the open window, glistening with my cousins hello kitty lights.