We are all wet, but afloat,
the countless attempts to rise up
safe from the dire mire;
waiting patiently for the cloud
of sour adversity to pass;
my white-feathered brother and I.

We can now look up to the skies
from where the perch came,
the straw to grasp; and
each other’s warm shoulder to lean on;
when we were sinking.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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