I’d befriended the sun before I met you, It betrayed me by hiding it’s head – inward its shell, leaving me to the sourness of
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After today buried its lightness in the scary darkness of this night/ the only surviving source of light I had was *baba agba’s* white garment.

TW: mentions of death and sex I entered a neighborhood graveyard & dig out frames & epitaphs of its inhabitants with a heart of questioning.

TW: mentions of death The last time i attended the funeral of a young lad, whose age’s same as mine. I couldn’t in his grave

After falling like a stone running down the superficie of a flowing rock in this dark chamber that carries the earth my

/ after you fluttered away / like a leaf leaving its origin / I realized the color of which grief is painted / red with

She was waiting. In the darkness which surrounded her She grew herself a garden And it shielded her from the world She was waiting for

It’s his birthday today and I don’t know if I should call. I hollow myself out all morning over the simple debate, searching desperately for

RECAP: Recently I had this bizarre dream about these weird sounds and an orange light coming near my friend Luna’s house. It seemed like everyone

Have you ever wondered what an idiom is? If yes then read more to find out. What is an Idiom? Idioms are a type of