Nothing really matters, the hustle and the late nights, the black and the white, the beautiful and the ugly, principles and laws, nay's and yes. We find ourselves in so much stress just trying to live up to peoples expectations, all because society will curse, so we lose our selves. When the pastor talks, mom speaks, it makes me slimmer than I already am.
I believe its a gift to find humour at a funeral, a joke in your loss, and God in the night. They are shenanigans, presenting life in tattered shirts and torn jeans, literally saying life should embrace death.
Vira comes out of the water, her body like that of a goddess, with the water streaming down her body like chords struck on a piano by the fingers of a prowess. The devils that show us a picture of our tombs before they are constructed, lie around us, dangling the red forbidden fruit at our faces. I lay in this boat, and let it just float on the water, I won't paddle, I'll let the waves take me to my destiny, feel the rays of sun touch my face and the air rush through my hair. That's why I won't tame my demons, I'll bring that beast out, ride the waves because, a dead body revenges not injuries, neither does the a lion ask the zebra how he would get it's prey.
Life goes on... It always has.
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