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Blanket And Coffee

I found myself in a dark place,in a corner being tortured by my anxiety and deity. I cried tears that left scars of a broken little prince who will never inherit the father’s crown. My life shattered right before my eyes. The devil plainly mocked and made me surrender my pain. I couldn’t pick the pieces of this puzzle,it was never that simple.

Your wondering what’s happening right?Like did i ever come up from the hole i dug and buried myself deep within?NOPE. I let fear eat me up like worms drenching my intestines up. I wanted to be saved. In both body and soul for my only wish was to be happy. A prince you ask? HUH? What do you want me to say?

That I woke up every morning, with floral petals,scented candles,hot baths,coffee,servants to serve me coffee and fold my blankets? I guess I’m destined to become another casualty. I’m not prince charming. I broke rules and laws for a better me and my people.

But look at me now! I’m at war without any weapons. Without words, without any start or end. I am destined to fight, to feel like I belong, to still show that my value exists. But that doesn’t matter does it? In your eyes and that of the public figure I’m just a rich spoiled prince. But do you ever wonder if I get to be happy? Scriptures, books and tales told today will never compare to those written in the 80’s.

Trying to be an ordinary guy is hard. I have given all I can. The lines under my eyes don’t show any of my wisdom or aging no more. They show lines of exhaustion life has brought unto me. My life is a game and it seems I can’t control who my opponents are because then the game gets complexed.

You still don’t get it right? You don’t know what I’m trying to make you understand? Funny because the human mind reads what it wants and never seeks what lies deep within the soul. May what I do now not only affect my future but my entire generation. Eyes are honestly deceiving and tears are fake.

AND HELP ISN’T ON THE WAY. SO TELL US ARE WE STUCK IN THIS DUMPSTER FOREVER OR JUST FOR A SHORT WHILE? SEARCH FOR THAT SPADE AND START DIGGING YOUR WAY OUT.!!!!

P.s Lilian Ng’endo Wangari.💫💫

Let your soul search for what it seeks.🤎🤎

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I am a rare soul because when I describe myself I forget who I am. I find beauty in everything and in all books I have read. Writing evolves around my own world.
I am outspoken and I am never afraid to say what’s on my mind.