through Nigerian branches

up to the north

deep through

the Sacred Forest

near Oshobgo

A butterfly

huge one

soon gone

but really

there was something there

magic

the water was waiting

to talk

we continued to walk

away

don't you miss the stars??

I prefer nights now
mornings are late and lazy
nights are dark and wandery

Future is hazy
friends are slim
boys are stupid
Dog is sweet and tolerant
suns are warm

food is Skippy
I might be pretty..

but wish I was content.

I wonder

if some day I would look at his time of loneliness

And smile back at it
I bet I will

I wanna love you now…

But Im not wholy ready for you yet
Still some way to go and build on my own
Transform now
Today is the best day that can be
I feel like drinking up

Celebrating solitude
Chinchin to independence

Who knows what may come our way..

Beaujolais to you all you funky nitwits

Here I am late at night supposedly writing my intro and swamped with gallons of basil leaves and a small vine…

Atleast atleast - Im weird