Emotions dance in veins of the holies

And I am a holy

The weather’s fan is fanning vain whims

And I have a vain whim

The sky’s complexion is dark and light

And I am the sky

At this point, fans are suicide

Air conditioners, murder

The air is rudely entering pores without knocking

And I have pores

I am now a puppet

Being played by nature’s complexities

And taunted with things I have not

Truly, this world is cold

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

By amoafowaa

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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