It is me
Writing. I can easily express myself through words. Whatever thought that passes through my mind,whatever observation I make, I always have the urge to put it down on paper.
I am sometimes an introvert and would always want to communicate through words,not from my mouth but through writing.
There is something about words that build me from within. Something that makes me feel refreshed.
I can write about anything and everything, wherever I may be I am with a pen and paper ready to jot down something.
Time and again
He was her first kiss,her first fantasy.She was smitten by all his sweet words,his looks and his attention.She fell in love.
Over the years they grew apart.She forgot about him but did he forget?
They met again,she was done with college and he was busy working.
Their affair or whatever it was rikindled.
He gave her proper attention: his maximum attention.
She fell for him hard that she didn’t see it was all lies.
Truths started flowing in.
He had moved on, she was just for his pleasure. He had kids and two baby mamas and he couldn't abandon them he said.
But he loves her he pleads,she should give him a chance he begged.
It is happening all over again,his sweet words,beautiful affection and precious attention.
But does she know the cycle is still the same? Does she know he is using the same script?
Because I know he is.
Imagine, a place and a time where you can do everything at your own pace, at your own liking. Where you can rewind to see the past and also see the future, you can also get everything around you on hold! Well, that’s having time on your hands literally.
When I stumbled upon that odd looking pocket watch, I thought I would just sell it and gain a few pounds. But not when I discovered the magical aura around it. I had just finished dusting it when I discovered it had a crown on it. I tried pulling it and something unexpected happened, time froze! I thought it was my bad eyesight but loh and behold,it was real. I tried pressing it back and normalcy was returned. Pulling it forward and backwards the world just speeds up.
But maybe just maybe this is what control can feel like. Having glimpses of the future and that of the past feels like time travel.