From Now On
When the memories fade and I can’t see the colors quite as brightly anymore I will not forget this place in time. 19 years old and living fully. Dreaming but not the American Dream. A dream much better than I could have ever imagined. Because from now on I will always know what it feels like to be alive. From now on my hips will feel the rhythm of the African music coming from the oversize speakers in the road side stand selling second hand shoes. From now on my ears will know the laughs of children, an intoxicating sound meant to be bottled. From now on my hand will know the dirty...