I have seen a lot of sisters crumble at the slightest detour from love’s mirage. Or even make the scariest decisions while trying to steer back their heart to its rhythm.
I’m indeed bereaved to house this woman in my soul and clothe her in my unanimous body. Grits of pain and misconceptions.
I have a room filled with surprises and ugly monopolies. Another, with truths I’d never tell and lies I’ll take till I’m two days away from my death day.
As I write this post I laugh at myself. It is really so funny. I have created more than 80 posts on this website!
This space I created for rants, batter and all things chaos, has evolved into a creative platform. A space where writers can come to as a resource and encouragement, my personal online portfolio, the origin of a wonderful community.
Even when my soul was saturated with circumstances, chaos, love, menace, culture.
My whimsical journal still brought me to its edges. Flipped the pages at my curiosity and made me read my history.
So as I promised myself
I’m listening to what my heart wants me doing as a 20 year old,
My area description:
I place my one liter water bottle to my left, Bible to my right, phone to my thigh or table and laptop to my fingers.
Then I think, how do I enter this whirlwind?
The wind might be rusty or calm, but still I’m inside. Almost blinded by the rush of winds…