The About

In the deep depth of growing up, I find this piece of my soul. As any piece of a soul, it has to experience in order to come unburied.

His name was Jacobsen. He would set your soul on fire whether you truly knew him or not. He always said Hello and Goodbye with a hug even if it was your first time meeting him. Or even if you didn’t officially meet him. You invite him inside your house and he’d rummage through any drawer as if it were his own to find out who you are. We’d spend nights at the reservoir, past the fence and drop off while laying on the concrete with the water licking our toes.  We’d talk about the world we are in and those in which we wished we were. He’d cram his two-seater tiny truck with five of our peers and drive… till he chose to drive no more, in which the five of us would try to find a way to recover for his lack of will while in motion. He’d give you five minutes in a gas station bathroom before he left. For serious, he’d leave. He’d find a baseball field and we’d play midnight baseball or catch fireflies. He’d get a large group together to have dinner of the strangest and most unlikely people. He lived in a house with no electricity and no water, by choice. If you came unexpectedly to his house or if he ever got too sweaty, you endured his comfort with being naked. Jacobsen was not your best friend. He was your boundaries worst enemy. He found exactly where you were hiding in life and exposed you. He was the one whose purpose is to deliever the buried soul.

Mind you, these experiences are all of my own with Jacobsen, for everyone’s are different. Since then, I write not what’s expected from a feeling or experience but how my world truly develops its own truth.

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Chrystalyn Hope

 

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