I don't write. I create.
Did I wake up, or was I still asleep?
Was I drinking last night, or did I just sleep?
When did our friendship die, I remember 10 months ago but it feels like recently?
Can you break through the wall that leads up to my heart and resuscitate me?
Was I horrible to you in a previous life?
Do you love my voice more than you love my soul?
Are we still aware of one another?
‘There’s really no end, there’s really no beginning.’ – Jhene Aiko
I woke up at 0430 (GMT)
I woke up at 0730 (GMT)
I woke up at 11:30 (GMT)
I woke up at 1539 (GMT)
I woke up at 17:03 (GMT)
Currently, I’m sitting up in bed watching another episode of ‘My 600lb Life.’ While eating a homemade Biscoff cheesecake.
What I get up to today, you’ll never know.
I woke up at 0400 (GMT) showered, smeared olive oil over my body, dressed and went out.
At 0600 (GMT) I walked through the entrance of a supermarket and purchased the following:
I packed everything into one grey backpack, a cooler bag and a large eco-friendly bag. I carried everything home, disinfected the fridge and packed everything away.
After I ate the Quorn ‘chicken’ burgers, I remembered I had forgotten to purchase icing sugar. I ventured back out and after 45-minute walk, I ended up at a 4th supermarket – apparently, everyone is baking and they’re all sold out. However, in the 4th store, I found icing sugar.
Another chunk of time elapsed and there I was watching ‘My 600lb Life,’ via YouTube and drifting to sleep.
I woke up a short while ago and saw two missed calls from Mother. Followed by a WhatsApp message about Ozark on Netflix. Currently, I’m typing up a brief account of my day, eyes slowly closing…
I think about men I’ve longed for but never told.
Maybe we could’ve been, amazing. Who really knows?
I saw you on the shelf and I wasn’t sure if I needed you, but I picked you up and paid for you anyway, as I felt I wanted to.
It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I opened you up and pulled you out of your blue and yellow home. I had been crying profusely, my heart ached, and I felt at a loss without the man I called love.
My nose was runny, and my tears blended in with snot. My lips smothered in my liquid waste, dripping down onto my chest and becoming a recent memory.
There you are to mop up my sadness and capture my snot. I appreciate you tissue, I value you a lot.
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…
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.
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!
Feelings are wild, messy and creative.
Almost another week has passed and already I feel new.
Thank you.
Early this morning I dreamt about a man (face unseen) his lips came close to my right ear and he whispered to me…
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.
Would you like to see rage?
That’s not me. I’m classy.
I’ll step back in silence, turn and walk away.
I won’t even repeat how you fucked up, I have no words to say…
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.
I’m lazy on a Saturday because I wake up at 4 am, I ponder around my bedroom and I dream of some intriguing men.
Writers, Creators and even Brownie Bakers.
I see the originality in life as it is.
I dream about many because creative writing is my biz, Ha-ha! See what I did?
Say cheese Unique!
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