She was like the wind,
You long for during a hot summer day.
She was like an anchor,
That would save you from drowning.

Yet, she was so empty,
Like the infinitive endless black holes you find in galaxies,
The same galaxies that were trapped inside her.
She just couldn’t figure out,
How to handle such a given gift like hers.

And with having a vivid mind but a broken shell,
And conjuring smiles on everyone’s face,
But not hers,
She decided to vanish into the nothingness.

-Eunice Adewole

Your favourite colour was the shade
On the city when the sun set.
Your eyes were as deep as the ocean,
Yet so different from simply blue.

You said you hated the rain
And loved the heat.
In love with the moment,
But never the person.

You always had
A great passion for drawing lines
Between two states.

But how could you even tell
Fire from love,
And pain from rain,
When in the end
they were all just the same?



-Eunice Adewole