Ali, Prince, Bowie… and now Kimbo Slice.
I’m walking a lonely road, no cellphone, cigarette in my hand, and a bunch-full of bitter-sweet memories.
I feel like I don’t belong now, but I did once.
Once when I tried desperately to be cool and wanted not to belong, I belonged.
Now, I will happily settle for belonging, but I don’t.
A part of me dies as each great star burns out.
Life becomes slow moments of fast times and a gentle, burning thankfulness.
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