BLOSSOM GRAM

My Love, I wanna be alone Alone with you, does that make sense? I wanna steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest I promised myself that I would achieve a series of things before I gave love another chance and things worked perfectly till I saw her and we looked into each other’s eyes and she lit my gloomy world with her smile. She drew me in, and like a moth to a flame, I broke my walls to let her in. She felt… feels worth it. I don't know what to do To do with your kiss on my neck I don't know what feels true But this feels right so stay a sec Yeah, you feel right so stay a sec She has me building castles of how life will be with her by my side and I genuinely cannot wait to see if I was right about it all. She fits into my world and I am comfortable sharing my bubble with her. All this is somewhat scary since it has been a while since I felt this way and I am afraid of opening doors and maybe just maybe she might not like what she sees inside an

Dearly Beloved, Life is fickle, isn’t it? Some of us spend it being free and the world rejects us then some of us spend it pleasing others then regretting it on our deathbeds. A line read that “Death is Futile… Nothing remains. You simply think about your regrets" and I wondered what I would regret when such a day comes or rather what would  you  regret when your day comes? I lost an acquaintance this week. Acquaintance since our relationship was a Hey-Hey type of relationship. I think the most we talked was, “Hauna change ya thou aje?” and He smiled and gave me a bunch of fifty-shilling notes. It was funny and I thought of making it rain (if you know what I mean). I would see him and not care much about his existence as our lives were different and we only talked when we needed a service, well mostly when I needed loose change. When I got the news that he had ascended to nothingness I felt a deep loss. We didn’t have a close relationship but I guess somewhere at the back of