For years, I’ve been wondering where this road leads a boy or where this boy leads a road. How this skin is clueless about where its race began or where the finishing line crosses. Like time. I’m an oscillation of actions hoping to find a home to fit a weariness in this city of ashes. They say fall in love and I fall out of myself. I don’t know how to hold a prayer in my mouth so I cage love below my diaphragm because to love is to pray that fire continues to find something to burn. See, my marrows are mazes of gasoline and match, formaldehyde and illusions, so if I’ll burn, let me be a metaphor for lost boys searching for a home. They say to wear your body into waters and watch your ennui swim out of your body. You, a baptizand. Maybe these waters aren’t holy enough. I’m still a boy cradling at the wingspan of hurt. Do you think I’m exaggerating this anxious story? See, I only want to chisel my story into a portrait of beautiful and soft things, and if this road would be my end, martyr me and let my dreams be the sunsets in nirvana.
COMMENTS ( 5 ) -
Imam Sarafadeen October 26, 2022 01:09
This is beautiful I love it, brother man
Adamu Yahuza Abdullahi October 21, 2022 18:06
" They say fall in love and I fall out of myself" Mannn! TPC na their mate?
Mahbubat Salahudeen October 21, 2022 03:03
"They say fall in love and I fall out of myself" Are you kidding me!!!! I so much love this
Olusoji Obebe October 12, 2022 16:10
"They say fall in love and I fall out of myself." Beautiful, man.
Muiz Opeyemi Ajayi October 12, 2022 13:22
Ahan! This is so beautiful.