#scarub

Kind of bent, hopped a fence

Cut across a playground and laid down in the cemetery

Reflecting on my past, present, and current events

Speech slurring venting to the moon I swear she was answering me

Not literal, but in the spiritual sense

We spoke me, myself, and I, but I wasn't alone

In fact it felt that picture of a beach with footprints and the sand

You know the poem hanging in grandmama's home

Where does love come from?

Where does it go when it's gone?

What takes its place?

And why does that space turn hard as stone?

Another year I am older today

In many ways I've grown

But in my head them questions still they roam

Riding the bike she said it's like cycling in circles

With your eyes closed

No hands blind faith is what she called it man

Said life's an ocean with a lot of commotion

Once you dive in, yeah it's deep

But if you could swim it ain't mattering…”

- Scarub

ne•ka•re — all i can make out on left column...

right column — a hymn to isis.

We equipped Living Legends’ Scarub with a disposable camera to document his road trip through California. 

“Road trips are when I get to expand on ideas that would usually be pushed aside -– tucked away with hopes of remembering to revisit them during quieter times in distant places. I find myself lost in thought while road-tripping.“