Category: Life VS Reality

We Called it Saturday

Above me, high up in the sky, the clouds slide over my life.

I wore blue leggings, navy blue to be specific! I wore a highlighter yellow t-shirt. I desired to be the sunshine, the only other known to humankind.

My mind is full of clouds, this crazy world I reside.

On the windows edge sits a small jar of marbles, the wind blows around it and specks of dust lay on my eyes.

I only wanted to buy some snacks from the store. I felt the gravel doing summersaults on my eyeballs.

After the short walk through the wind tunnel of the street, I wiped muck off my face ten thousand times.

Welcome, Saturday!

Bittersweet Support

I know what my purpose in life is and I’m aware of my journey. I’m not obliged to share that with anyone.

Yes, I use various forms of social media. But when did I agree to be posting on the Gram all day every day? I don’t like the assumptions you’ve made of me.

To repeat, you stated that I should have thousands of followers…why? I post when I feel like posting, my life does not revolve around social-media. Why do you feel that my presence online validates my self-worth? ‘Attention is the greatest evil of all time.’

Before social-media talent was recognised and spoken of, word by glorious word. Since social media, you are known for pouring milk over your ass during a live-stream. You gain loads of followers, you continue to post what they like to see.

You judge me.

You judge ME!

In your mind, my creativity has no meaning.

My education is worthless – I should be earning millions by now.

That’s not the way the world works.

It doesn’t phase you that I’m happy with my progression in life, you don’t even know my struggle, my nightmares, my strife! But you judge me, severely so.

‘How come you don’t have many followers then?’

Its 2020 and despite what you do in life, and no matter the sparkling fact that you’re in your own lane – of you don’t have millions of followers on social media, your purpose in life means NOTHING.

*What a close one stated last weekend.

We Finally Skyped

I’ve never done that before, not properly I’m too shy.

I avoid selfies and video calls and all that jazz.

I’m scared to be judged – about how I look, how I speak how I move.

I can’t quite explain why I trusted you enough to accept your Skype call. However, I’m glad I did.

Thank you!

I believe you’ve added something special to my communication realm.

Due Date

You should’ve been ready before the end of February, but I could not figure you out.

3000 words was all I needed to create you and express you out, in the form of ink and paper.

Fury, you’re driving me crazy.

Short stories take forever…

Pointless Possibilities

I thought about our conversation and felt compelled to share my emotions with you.

I like you.

Well, I think I do?

My hair is a mess and my face is full of spots, but you said you didn’t care, ‘Unique, you’re beautiful.’

I have walls up and I feel you trying to break them down. I’m not sure how I feel about that, I don’t know if I want love around.

Haircut

I was young and trusting and I trusted you to do my hair.

To braid it up and make me feel pretty.

But you cut my hair at night-time, you cut my hair as I slept.

Auntie B, you’re a BITCH!

I woke up and wept.

I hate your existence; I despise your blood type.

Don’t speak Unique into your life, when you see my name in print and online.

I’ll write about how disgusting you are and how unfortunate I couldn’t pick my family.

I’ll emphasize your ability to be a whore and work legit at the same time.

Technically you’re listed as an aunt on my tree, but bitch you’re no family of mine!

I’m Here

It wasn’t so long ago

I pinged you

I texted

I called

I hoped

I prayed

Today I heard you ask our universe for me to return, I heard you beg.

Too late, you should’ve replied with accuracy.

Later…

I never spoke of you.

Your name is not worthy of my voice. But I wrote about you because writing is love and not a choice.

Next Door

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Next door, to my left, lives a man that plays music loud in the morning. Every morning I’m mourning for good music that has since passed.

Next door, to my right, lives a couple and the fight most nights. He slams doors and she cries. Every night I’m screaming inside for a moment’s silence to record ASMR right.

In Other News: I Miss You

I miss your face

Your voice

Your sex

I miss your number because the law states always delete an ex

I miss you!

In other news, I remember when you stared into my eyes and lied

I remember when you silenced your voice, silent abuse made my love subside

I recall sex was? I don’t remember

Who the fuck were you? Dinner companionship last December? Nah!

You were, are and always will be a bitch!

I forgive you not, because forgiveness makes me slip…into the realm of your nonsense, remember you had no sense. Immune to my plight of neglect, yeah, your emotions were senseless.

In other news: I now know how to read minds.

Unieeeq

Who is Unieeeq? Who is she? What is she? Who she be? Who she be?

I’m the bird of flame.

The tiger in the heart.

I’m a tsunami in the artic.

The blue star amongst the art.

I know not how to speak or to write, I simply think!

I’m not unique, I’m Unique…