Take me the mountains and don’t let come back until it’s all over. Continue reading “Damn Cupid’s Arrow, and everything it stands for.”
Passion comes in different voices.
The air rushed in through the half-opened windows, blowing my weaves so hard across my face and all I could think of was how relieving it felt. Continue reading “Chasing Paper.”
Fall to the ground, fall again, then really fall.
Does the sun realise how silly it is to shine on dark days, or is she plain stupid to notice her light serves no purpose? Continue reading “Diamonds are found in caves.”
It’s not you, it’s me.
It’s in the grains, all of it. Continue reading “It’s in the little things.”
“No written word, no spoken plea can teach our youth what they should be; nor all the books on all the shelves”
A raging force floats in the physical with effects so intense, it rattles and over takes virtually every corner of our blue sphere. For many years, hands have toiled hard and brains have thought harder to enchant and reserve a part of this force. Even now, the hunt only multiplies. But it is no animal, hunting is a waste of efforts. Continue reading “System beats sweat.”
I crawled from the hole of regret and with the back of my palms, I covered my face in shame. Continue reading “Sons of the Father.”
I’m going to own a cranberry coloured Jaguar XF, and I will pick strangers in it. At least that is what I tell myself. Continue reading “Streeting it in Eko.”