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Moments are all we live for..
Say what you have in mind
Let your heart speak
Fall in love
Be broken
Go all out
Laugh out loud
Don't hold back
Climb a tree
Hug a stranger
Watch an artwork
Add a selfie
Take one... delete
Take two..... delete, delete

Who are you proving tough on?
How far has that gotten you?
Tell me
Tell me you felt good after making him wait for hours just to reply a Hi.
Tell me you felt good after turning down their request to watch a concert just to make one of them feel bad.
Tell me you felt good after you told everyone about her ugly truth just to win the argument.
They will grow rusty someday and not care anymore like they used to.
And  that will be no fault of theirs.
We all want someone to be there for us
We all want someone to hold our hands and never leave
We all want someone to shout our names out in the park just to fly a wave.
We want someone to put up with us as we are
Without consciously working on ourselves to upgrade
But we too, can be that someone.
We too, can be there for others besides ourselves.

Why don't we just hold a Flickr
Fly a Tumblr
Jog a Pinterest
And Face a Book full of pasta on a Chat
Then Snap our fingers like Thanos to a good-bad idea?

Or why don't we just get scared
Then fail, fail big
Learn
Fail
Learn
Fail
Be honest about it
Fail, fail big
Repeat
Cry, mop tears
Repeat..
Try again, and again
And another again
Why don't we just, live?






Comments

  1. HildaAugust 4, 2019 at 5:36 AM

    beautiful write up. Keep inking

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  2. UnknownFebruary 24, 2020 at 11:38 PM

    Thought provoking and eccentric... Good Job Nii laye!!!!! Well written!!!

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