They say it’s sealed, the fate. That everything is written in the stars, in the lines of your palm and the wrinkles on your forehead. You don’t decipher but unravel and sometimes it’s too late. We believe in what we’re told; Who are we to say? Open your eyes, brother, it’s not the prophecy which … Continue reading Choices

I’ve learned That there’s serenity in places what lead to nowhere; in questions that have no answers and answers that demand no questions. Don’t mistake it for ignorance, you, it is not. For I am free; free to make my own path, to seek answers and live to be a story.


In this garden I walk; where the birds sing, fragrant flowers blossom and gargantuan trees dance in perfect synchrony. And butterflies added to the symphony. The birds were crows and I hate crows that sing; Floral fragrances are suffocating. I then realise, to feel butterflies in my stomach, I don’t have to swallow them.