Best Friend

I’m here.

I’m here for you,

if you need to scream, want to sit quiet, cry angry, run far and drink, lie in the grass and think.

I’m here.

There’s no reason, no doubt, (don’t have to think about it.)

Exhale a bit and know that I’m here for you.

I will leave at 3 am to sit in silence, bring you soup, find you Cream Liqueurs when all the stores are closed.

I will procure midnight oranges and make sure you eat them.

I will make faces, bad jokes; I will sing with you.

When you are angry and nothing will change that, feel that. And I will be there to hold the anger and pain with you; look at it, feel it, let it wash over, cry until there is no more salt.
We’ll go to the park, remember when there was less to think about but seemed like more; we have more under our belts, our pelts are longer, our hides are stronger.
Its how I know you're ok.

Solar Powered

But then they cry at the movies or when they hear a song. They want catharsis but if it’s due to fiction then they aren’t compelled to act on it; it’s just a story. Fiction-derived emotion could be harnessed, like solar energy. Collect, store, use when needed. Change happens in small, unexpected ways.

Street hip-hop doesn’t unquestionably pilot revolutionary change. It may mean that a boy has a way to get out aggression, and has something that he’s good at and somebody likes his rhyme and positive feedback feels good. Maybe this contributes to less conflict with his girlfriend. Maybe she’s able to talk to him more, maybe she gains more confidence and feels safe in saying ‘not without a condom’ and maybe he starts taking pride in that.

Maybe.

And maybe that’s social change.

And maybe revolutions are minute, like the world turning – you can’t feel it but it’s happening every day all the time. And maybe these small things mean that the world turns in a way that lets the most sun in and keeps the trees growing up and the rivers flowing out to the seas and maybe these are the revolutions we need: constant, unglamorous, quietly vital.