This is simple but dense. The confusion of the persona in different personalities is easy to relate.
Pantry full of food
clear spring water to drink
charming little house
inside a floresta
I am safe, healthy, happy.
Another me lives in
war-torn squalor
struggling to survive
the aftermath of bombs
floods, increasing crime, despair.
Which me is real
are there more
if so, where does
one end and the other begin?
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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