She replies demurely when I ask who she is as she fumbles in front of the door. My neighbour who was once my lover, and whose heart I shattered in the moans of another. What happened to your sister? I ask, dread creeping upon me. Why have I only now asked the question? The sibling replies, staring at me with eyes with wise eyes.

Musings Of A Bipolar Lover. Originally posted on For A Sphinx. Like a sickness somewhere within. Let me drag you in. I let you know everything. Whatever it is you need to hear. I need to make you feel special. So you never stay away. I put a smile on your face.

They speak to me and I hear them. It started with me being on a flight to Oslo. I had a mild fear of heights which had resulted in a fear of flying, so I had opted out of a seat beside the window. And there sat a gaunt-looking business man fiddling with his wristwatch, constantly checking the time per second. 8221; he asked, I nodded and looked away from the window.

My Words My Thoughts My World. Written by Ayomide Oluwasegun Tayo II. Imagine a world without regrets? Imagine a world where we never have to look back and wonder what could have been because we have already seen the future. That would be perfect right? What if someone shows you your future, how would you react? Would you follow the white rabbit or will you still be plugged in the Matrix. You are about to find out. The car moves towards the.

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Following the Father, telling the truth. As I write these words, there is a liquid, burning sensation in my throat. And it has become a rather frequent feature in my thoughts. What if I die here? Hellip; Continue reading WHAT IF? .