We are like birds holding feathers in the sky
We are the bed and mattress
We go no where without each other
We are like the pestle and the mortar
We work together and attract queer looks from passers by
Yes, we clash
Hurting each other
And we lock in loving embrace, blocking even the toes of the air from peeping into the clash of our stomachs
I know
You know
That we do have each other, darling, no need to rush.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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