So, you may ask what really makes me happy? Since I always talk about the things that make me sad. My mind makes me happy, at least all of the good parts of it. I like my thoughts and the way they form in my head. I like the quick, fluid motion of them. I … Continue reading what makes me happy?
I am falling back into known territories. Sad for no reason, resenting happiness and life. Wanting it all to end. What is mine, is mine. My tummy tightens, but I am not hungry. I feel hopeless. I haven't cried in a bit of time so there is a waterfall now. There is an overflow of … Continue reading Questioning Everything
I am tired of squeezing into boxes that have not been made for me I am not myself around anyone but myself There is an ache in me for freedom But from what I do not know I walk life’s path Blindfolded and unsteady God whispers “Turn left, turn right” and I obey But … Continue reading Who Am I
Mayowa Fagbure 