Your words were written without light,
I interpreted as I saw
the feeling of its truth slowly fade
reminding my mended heart that its better this way.

I feel am trying so hard to get to you.
For you to feel my presence, for you to drop all doubt and insecurities, for you to be certain am yours.
No, it not just a feeling, am trying so hard to make you happy, for you to finally see I could never hurt you as I once did, all you have to do is believe me because its that simple tho I had once made it difficult, I love you.

I had walked through times
Maybe in a space or two
It all seem different to me, a mirage?
but feels real.
Colors
Times
Scent's
Sounds
Tastes
Pulses, everything stops.
I had once felt all these, am sure I had.

My dad words are like knives on vegetables. Cut through the soul, even a kind frozen.
My ears are thick as walls, I don't hear a thing but I heed every word with smiles on my face.

Dead men rule over a nation, they walk the earth amongst the living, bad spirit that has refuse to stay dead.
Blood on street, blood on the flag that was once held high with pride, where is the feeling of freedom? What happened to those times when we could walk the street and give a high five to men on uniform?
Where goes the times when we call the black and blue our friends?
Someone's child, husband, wife, friend, relative, companion, is dead.
Cries in every corner, all voice speaks the same
#End bad governance
#End brutality