April,
The month that produces a lot of new things.
It is a month that rain blesses the earth 🌎.
It is a month where fresh leaves are erupting to bless the life's of animals, New flowers were blossom to beauty our environment,
New fruits that blesses humans life with vitality and protection for man.

In this beautiful month a legend was born.
The man that is a savior in the world of fashion.
A giant amidst the fashion celebrity. This gift is no other person than you, the love of my life,
ENYINNAYA NATHANIEL, a.k.a PUREST ANGEL 😇.
This is your month and
I blessed God that you were born in this blessed month.

I pray for you to see more of this month in pool of abundance of wealth,health and happiness in abundance and satisfaction.

Happy new month to you my 💕💕💕 and HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂🎂🎉🎉 IN ADVANCE.

Unfortunately

none of my birthday guests know --


how to celebrate.

Looking back at another year,
Being thankful for things far and near.
The horizon has never been this bright,
The sea of love brimming with glorious light.

Looking back at another year,
Grateful for things small and dear.
Possibilities like soft molding sand,
Hope of adventures crossing sea and land.

Imbalanced at heart
So often I press restart
but nothings starting over,
I'm just pushing myself back

There's so much I lack.
I'll stay in old habits,
So I don't have to face it;
My avoidance.

Even when I try to be right,
I'm still wrong.
My last finger is slipping from the dogs tail,
Will she turn around and bite me or disappear?

I sit and wait to see the ending,
But it never comes.
The globe keeps spinning
And time moves on, leaving me unwinding.

I always feel gloomy every 5th of February
Must be the idea of growing old
In a fast-paced world
Seems like a never-ending questioning of
Sanity and morals and dignity and fate
Surrounded by whispers of longing
You just ask if there’s anything left
Or is it going to be like this forevermore
Unsatisfied, discontented, dissociated, distant
Unruly, unkempt, unsure
Knowing that it is nothing but another
Insignificant year of false hopes
Nothing but unread notes
Keeping in mind that these should have been
Inside a box, thrown in a bottomless pit but
No. You just had to creep back. Go back. Stop

Roads stretch for miles,
The city lights seem lonely
and 27 like an ominous number

I search my head for answers,
Though thoughts about age and time
seem pointless

I wonder what the stars think of their mortality,
Does it also seem like a short time?
Is someone also stealing their time?
Does it feel like a rush?
Do they also feel small?
Can their gigantic heat generate as much joy as it illudes us to?

There is no point in wondering
Yet wondering puts my mind to ease...

....I wonder why