Sense4MyThots

Dressed in sheep’s cloak, covering his whole body; he came. Like an unexpected guest, he came knocking at her door. He carried upon his shoulders the innocence and kindness. He wore on his face, a charming smile, full of resilience and trust. He wore the disguise very well I tell you. The words he uttered out his mouth could move mountains; make the impossible possible. Like a lost and defend-less prey; he lured his victim into his trap. She got fooled. She got played and she opened up for him. Little did she know that she was giving her life away? She fell hard and deeply in love with him. There was no telling her otherwise. She was convinced that they were soulmates, and right there and then, she decided to accept his proposal; a signature on the devil’s contact signed with her blood. She didn’t care to read the fine print as she was blinded by love. She never knew him for what he truly was, until someday, bit-by-bit, he unveiled. Like a caterpillar, he transformed, accept ...

Your energy, my God A force I am yet to comprehend all that's clear is, I'm drawn to it. No moth to a flame metaphors I'll put it simply; I AM ATTRACTED TO YOU, Inexplicably so. I write, consider myself expressive yet all linguistics dissipate when I am to describe how I feel about you. I believe your very being enchants me. Your presence intoxicates me To be honest it's annoying. No matter how much I run and hide, your voice alone apprehends me. Calling it love  would be idiotic, and frankly would not be sufficient. My soul is fascinated by your aura, captivated by your existence I could spend the rest of my days besottedly admiring you. You solidify the notion that the universe is always deliberate, No mistake could have created you. I am intrigued by you. I want to know all there is about you. I want to pick you apart, and put you back together so there is nothing YOU, I am not familiar with. I'll repeat. I am drawn to you. And I've wrack...

I sometimes feel like a co-pilot in my own thoughts. Floating in mid-air,  Letting them take me on different trips. No handle bars to hold on to, So I always have no grip. When drowning in this pool of thought, I swore I would never take a dip. But, Here I am clinching tighter to my heart and Hoping to dear life that I never slip. Slip into a place where I lose control of my thoughts. Becoming practically incapable of making a choice. Then watch my conscience lose it's voice. I don't think there's a sadder sight than  A wise man trapped in a confide space with no way to escape. When I walk in these city streets. I'm always harshly reminded that having a bed is a luxury, That these shoes could have been on someone else's feet. Then, I sit and wonder what good comes out of the lives I see living on these Pretoria streets. Did they just accept defeat? Or, Did they go where ever the wind took them like stems of wheat. ...

Conversations only taking place in my head.  No one warned me about the complexities of this world.  She loves me, She loves me not.  She loves me, She loves me not.  In constant debate with mother nature,  Why can't the universe grant me the promise of everlasting happiness? She loves me,  She loves me not.  I've spent an eternity arguing with my soul,  Trying to figure out how to make me grow so I can transcend to my next life. Always stuck on one thought,  Why does it have to be so complex?,  Why can't we just forever breathe in perfect harmony?  You've always answered me in signs and sounds Universe,  Now is the time to be seen,  Now is the time to be loud.  Now is the time to tell me what I need to learn in this lifetime in order to move on to the next. Is it strength?,  Resilience?,  Forgiveness?,  Love or happiness? I've given mysel...

I was walking to campus before you disrupted my peace. Drowning in my own thoughts, thinking about how today was a beautiful morning.  A beautiful morning that almost ended in mawning. You brought my feet to a stand still and shoved me with your chest. I can still smell your armpits breathe. I can still see the pain in your brown eyes.  And the hunger slipping through the cracks of your lips. Maybe you were waiting for a reaction, But you soon realized i had none to give.  If it wasnt for the earphones i had on, I probably would've heard what you were saying. And if i did, i probably would've responded. After responding, we probably would've traded punches, Enough to land one of us in crutches. But i forgive you because my soul holds mo grudges. You looked at me with eyes that widend with intent. At that moment, I could feel my heart move up to my vocal chords. Each beat being a thought, A thought of whether I should take f...

I know strength , I've seen it lived it,  heard it in the voices of those closest to me,  felt it. I've embodied it. And I've come to comprehend the gravity of what having it means.  So I asked myself, how is it that I  was constantly in fear, enslaved by trepidation, when I knew strength .  I'd seen, lived it, heard it in the voices of those closest to me, its in my veins, I embody it. Yet I was riddled with anxiety and insecurity. I never understood. I've stared strength in the face for 21 years, how could I be scared? Nothing but realisation of this was the cause of my anxiety. The fact that I was born from and related to strength , was surrounded by it, it being all I knew is and was terrifying. What is so bad about humanity that the trait that gurantees an individual's progression,  is not optimism , honesty or kindness ,  not love or  even happiness .  It is strength, and the world demands a...