Blackgirl

We love But our love isn’t like Romeo and Juliet It isn’t like fatal attraction either Our love is something else Something compelling Something revealing We stand,  our hearts naked before each other Feelings of vulnerability Flaws and flairs exposed Our bond doesn't weaken but rather it merges us Our souls and spirit a whole Suddenly we speak one voice of unfated communion  and heartfelt affirmations Our love transcends It’s evergreen, ever present like the wind All enveloping, sweeping Our love Like oxygen, constant Filling, giving, freeing, never demanding

Happy new month guys, I am particularly happy this month because I just get to sleep, write and do all the things I like. NO SCHOOL!!! (dabs) So recently I tried to find out if there’s a pattern to my inspiration or creative juices, but there was absolutely none. It just comes like a door is suddenly opened, you just get  suddenly aware and alive.While just laying around, eating, at midnight, early mornings, in the market, in a bus just at any time or place.  Sometimes as I write, I just feel my body swirl like I’m suddenly swaying to the music of my writing or beats of drums unknown. Sometimes ideas come to me like a flash and some other times it just builds up or just get ideas from previous ideas, books, movies or events happening to me. A lot of times, when I’m out and a lot of things are happening and people are doing their thing, I’m basically  just there staring, soaking it up sometimes even unintentionally and days later it becomes a topic for writing.  Some people some