To Opened Eyes and Refined Souls. It never did quite seem like. One could go through the eye. Existing in a four-dimensional plane. Introduced one to a stranger sort of disintegration. While constantly falling down,. An all too familiar limbo. Which seems like it will be. Your only kind of existence, henceforth. But for the next 24,000 years.

Musings of a heart that is imperfect by default but glorious in hope.

Defying the cryptic void of silence. In Africa,Ghana ,History,Struggle. A star between red and gold. Some five decades before me. No fuel for fire tenders. No urgency in Emergencies . Well wishers of the motherland. Lend them a helping hand . Tonight I sleep in darkness. No shelter for the homeless.

BLUE BIRD AND A TICK. On BLUE BIRD AND A TICK. When you walk into a hall full of introverts and you find one noisy extrovert,. When you walk into a class full of thinkers and problem solvers and you find that one guitar-weilding fellow absent-mindedly plucking at the strings,. Whenever there are TTs on.