Friends – Real Friends

Remember those long conversations with friends. Conversations that make you laugh, cry and almost pass out through lack of air.

Remember when you dream about doing something and those same friends say, ‘that’s impossible! You should just stick to working and work your way up in the company.’

Remember those friends that vanished when you needed their support? When you fell down, into a ditch that was filled with thorns of steel. They looked over the edge and turned their backs – Who wants to be that friend?

 

I

When I needed you all the most you abandoned me. I called out and I heard a rodent of some kind, gnawing away at the bones you left in your wake.

 

Sparkle

When it rains glitter on me, I see your eyes beam and shine in my direction. You smile and hit me up with a few plagiarised, overshared text messages. Then comes the invitation to lunch.

‘No thank you.’

Friends – Real friends, are people that stay around. Even though a load shit is dumped on top of me. Whilst I try to climb out of this ditch.

Even now, the only friend – the real friend I have, is Me, Myself & I.

Stress & Wonderland

Lately I’ve been so stressed out, panel meeting, work, family life and my personal time…it’s all never ending and often, I forget to take a moment out to breathe and a day off from being a prisoner of time.

It’s all to that I encounter time-thieves! They come along, smiling like the cat from Alice in Wonderland luring me in with ‘it will only take five minutes,’ then stealing 40. I struggle to say no, which is a weakness. When I do say no, it falls upon deaf ears. And tension mounts up and stress rages internally…but I smile with such grace and silence.

Today I treated myself to two new books: Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis & Gun Machine by Warren Ellis.

Gun Machine was recommended to me by the Sales Associate in Waterstones – I read a few pages and was impressed.

I later returned home and made beef burgers, lettuce, ketchup and a white bread bun, all Marks & Spencer such a delicious collection in my mouth. Now I lay upon my bed, covered in a beach towel and drifting off to wonderland…

Unique

Identify yourselves.

I’m not on “Over-used street” I’m creating my own path. I’m a creator, although I like to admire aspects around me…

Holding my hand out to you…

I want to immerse myself in your mind, adopt new ways of thinking. See visions unheard of.

I’ve broken the expectation. I’m not average.

I’m unique. I’m blessed. I’m in love with life.

Who are you all? How can I dissect your Facebook persona? Help me!

I’m Dominique. I’m black, dark skin at that, I love my tone…I’m in love with the emphasis my skin places upon my life. Who are you all?

I see no gender, no race, no nationality. Define yourself to me? Passport is not a requisite for this request.

My eyes see no religion, faith or spiritual belief.

I see you. Identify yourself.

ID cards! Name, age, DOB. NO. I can’t comprehend the meaning.

Identify yourselves.

I’m Dominique, I’m in love with words.

Who are you? I want to know.

Basics, no thank you. I hear no language.

I’m Dominique, I love to write.

Working eyes see black…so blindfold yourselves…now we all see black. Who are we? I’m number 1 of many. I watch trees grow…slowly.

Everything you own has been eradicated. IDENTIFY YOURSELF!

“I’m alive.”