Maybe

How did it feel to look at your hands and see them glowing, putrid stained with pixie dust. Specks of the cleanliness you could only reminisce about. Who knows how long it’s been since your own hands were pure. Since you first gave into the darkness, allowed your hands to scratch that itch and watch them swing for that same spot time and time again. Maybe you tried to stop them. Maybe you longed for the days before it all. Maybe you longed for it so much you stole mine.

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How Beautiful The Sky Is

“I think that’s what’s wrong with the world; no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside. They’re sad but they don’t cry. They’re happy but they don’t dance or sing. They’re angry but they don’t scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed and that’s the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.”

-Unknown

 

 

“Real men don’t talk about their sexual conquests or call a woman out of her name. My father once told me “No matter if a woman is a sinner or a saint when you lay with her you become her equal. So no matter what you feel about them, it’s also a reflection of yourself”

-Tonto Dikeh