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A love 💗 💕 letter to myself.

What have you been doing?

What have you up to these days?

Did you miss me?

Could you only think of me ?

I never do anything I don’t want to do.

You watch me like a spectator,

You’re having so much fun.

That’s good, seat back.

You watch and relax.

The show is just about to get good.

Freedom.

My freedom.

My happiness, My joy, My liberty.

That’s what that is;

That’s what I want to call it.

But that’s all My Choice

Thank you ❤️

The war inside of me (my different moods).

Very easily Twitter has a lot of negative opinions because it is a very opinionated app so everyone’s negative mindset and toxic thinking becomes a way of you thinking as well being surrounded by all that energy all the time. It’s like this for example, the boats sinking example which is when the water starts inching a Braids that is when it stops to float and starts to sink Twitter is literally like you are the boat and water is the bad opinions and bad energy. water is bad thoughts and doubts.

And honestly I can see it’s very easy to get lost and not knowing when you get lost. it’s scary actually, Bna for example how many times was I able to feel that ‘real me’ for example with Efiok and how many times was I getting lost in regards to just watching all the seniors and people just live their lives and getting lost and by getting lost I mean not being true to who I really am. so my real self by acting different way than I really should have been which would have been really me. Afraid to show myself. To show who I am.

The message: repentance 

It’s hard. But is it really,

Or am I just expected to believe it is?

What am I,

And who am I supposed to be?

I guess I’ll never know

The teardrops glistening

The pain- I’m listening,

But do you ever stop to pray?

Nobody will ever know,

Who will ever know?

But how I wonder and try

Try to be who?

Try to do what?

What am I but a lost cause!

So now we say to they,

To they who watched us pray

To they who mocked our pay

Now where have you gone?

And who are you with

For to what are we to be,

Never to sway to your dismay.

May we never lack the courage,

May we never lack the faith,

May we never despise.

For again will come a day

such of good delay

I remember it all; I remember the best. My peace of mind, my tenderness, the beauty of the world all around me with the beautiful people. The air. The season. I was growing. A beautiful growth. That season was heaven-sent, and in every moment was I fulfilled. I want to go back to that time. I wish I could place the hands of the clock on that time. Set back the date. My most beautiful moment of life. One of my most beautiful moments. I guess my heart was fed; so much that just it’s reminiscence turns me to Poetry. For just this, I finally open to willingness of poetry.

Joy, new beginnings, no limits, love, my eyes are open now. I am crying. I am happy. Is this Euphoria? Sorry I’m still with you. Only, I’m far away. Further than I thought I was....but safe.

I am always happy now. Thank you.