Spoken Word: Alone and Free by Hamid Khosravanipour

Alone and Free

They tell me I look like my mom.
I once looked into the mirror and saw her eyes
smiling in my own like the way we miss our friends but not feeling sad because I know they are happy.
We don't really cry anymore ,but I sometimes do and it's good to know we're both still human.

These days 
I get lost in order to find myself and I just want to see the good in things
much like the book "Into the Wild."

There's something earthy about this story
that grew me pair of wings and flew me up 
north. 

I packed 3 tea-shirts, and pair of bell bottom jeans that were soft pillows kissing your cheeks at night.
One of those shirts was tie-dye because I've always wanted to live alone and free. 

My hero, Christopher McCandless 
He keeps telling me If you want something in life reach out and grab it. 

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They tell me I look like my younger brother.
He looks like the honeycomb guy.
I don't look like the honeycomb guy so I don't know how that makes any sense.
I still love him anyway.

He once got us lost in the woods
surrounded in a labyrinth of spiderwebs and branches
hugging onto his green jeep like it was a friend. 

In Louisiana it is fucking hot and humid with 
the suns ray whipping at your back as if you were a slave.

I was scared.
The spiders were as big as both my fists 
wrapped together.
Their webs were the size of bed sheets.
I shit you not.
Outside these doors was a hurricane of danger.

I lived through two of them.
It was like camping in your own house.
Air condition and electricity did not exists because it was buried
under the waves of a radio's frequency screaming for help.
My dad lost his senses.
He let the lion out of his caged ribs ripping fear
into my throat.
His mouth was a guns barrel unloading years of hatred at my sister for running away.
I cried hysterically like my best friend had died in front of me.

All three of us had laughed our way through these moments with music and a deck of cards.
We didn't make houses out of them because we knew it would come tumbling down like the ones around us.
I still remember when we drove into the mud and was trapped there like ants sitting on gum.
I stuck my thumb out beside the road forgetting that we weren't hitch hikers.
It's still fun pretending that we were.