
The Blue Book

I don't write. I create.
I’m currently in bed.
Body covered in coconut oil, toes dipped in avocado oil.
2021 has delivered so much already!
I’m forever thankful.
I feel my beautiful mind expanding.
I’m walking through my destiny.
The next stage is a tough one.
I’ll embrace it. I love my creative nature.
Guess what?
I’m currently in bed.
On my?
With my?
On time!
On time!
Ooo, meet me at the beach!
Interesting addition to the clothes I wear.
I add many things to this small, zipped, denim location.
Tissue, paracetamol, lip-balm, eye-drops, hand cream, lemon sherbet drops and a three page letter.
I wrote about 2020.
I transferred pain from my heart, to these pages, to my pocket.
I released everything. Yet, I keep memories folded and close by.
Maybe, they’ll wash away the deeper I stride into this scenic lake.
I’m blessed.
The only thing that matters is my birth.
To enjoy every second of your life.
I own it.
It’s my life.
You don’t get to enjoy every second of my life.
I own it.
I plucked you out like wild hairs, peeping out from my bikini.
Call it whatever.
You don’t get anything.
I ain’t that.
I ain’t down with that.
I ain’t calling that.
I ain’t that.
Fuck it!
You’re a piece of shit.
I’m sitting in a BMW i8.
It’s black with electric blue around the wheels and the headlights.
The seats are leather and heated, my ass is warm.
I’m sipping a cup of hot-chocolate made with oat milk. Cows milk is for baby cows.
All windows are up, I hate the sounds of those grotty voices nearby.
Does it look like my car needs cleaning?
Only me and I’m stuck.
Is there ever traffic at 0333 hours?
I’m not moving.
Engulfed in thought processes.
Delinquent of 70% responsibilities.
I’m not a passenger.
I’m not a red light.
I’m not another car in a queue.
I’m not even there.
I wholeheartedly trust in our universe.
Tell me what’s up?
Tell me what you want from me?
Tell me how happy you are?
Tell me why you smile every day?
Tell me who labelled you amazing?
Tell me if I’m ever wrong?
Baby girl!
I love you.
Bite.
Pinch.
Pull and suck.
Preparation is key before we fuck.
#Foreplay
Welcome to The Butterfly Series!
A collection of creative pieces about transformation and mental growth. With this collection, I share with my readers moments of change that has occurred both within and around my life.
Some pieces derive directly from my heart, whereas other pieces flow out of my mind at a pace I have no control over.
I’m truly thankful for everyone that has assisted with the rise of my inner phoenix. I agree, 2020 has been a challenging year for all the inhabitants of this earth. However, life is about growing, understanding and expressing your soul.
This collection is for all the stars that glow in the night sky.
Thank you for reading!
Love Unique
Water one.
Ignore the other.
Feed one.
Banish the other.
Praise one.
Lie to the other.
‘My one and only, I love you, baby.’
What about the other?
What about the other?
What about the other?
You never truly cared…
One night as you sleep peacefully with the one you chose.
The other will wake you with their screams of betrayal – it’s the lies that hurt the most.
You won’t have time to react as they’ve stabbed an ice-pick through your trachea.
The other went on to reap blessings in abundance.
The other went on to reap blessings in abundance.
The other went on to reap blessings in abundance.
It was 3 weeks before anyone noticed production had come to a halt. The one flew far away with cash filled in a rucksack and a statement on Wiki.
The other made a video about liars: ‘remember, telling lies is bad for your health and well-being. It ruins endless memories and life opportunities!’
The other scratches the end of their nose and whispers, ‘the other will always rise above you. Cut you out.
Cut you out.
Cut you out.’
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