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We are all fools “IN LOVE.” Episode 4

  Dear Friend, There was ‘this feeling’ that he would text but I didn’t know when. Every day I would check to see if he has dropped a message, but there was none. So, I reduced to tears—it seems to be the only thing left in life that I’m good at.  Crying and crying and crying .  Sorting through the mess of my tangled feelings and doubts, my only option was to regress. I logged out of everything, I didn’t attend to pending messages, I ignored social media, I stayed in bed all day feeling sorry for myself because I couldn’t bring myself to the realization that my relationship is broken. I was physically and emotionally drained.                    You will never be able to find yourself                                If you are lost in someone The whole reason I broke up with him was so I wouldn’t be that girl crying over her boyfriend, and now th...
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We are all fools “IN LOVE.” Episode 3

“If we were a love story The poet would inscribe words in a paper He'd comb the forest searching for the best metaphors To tell you that Love is You  Oxymorons would place Friends and Enemies on a sentence and still make Sense Begging Paradoxes to write you a letter telling you  That truly you were my better half We'd implore the Device of Flashback To remind you that at some point in my life I felt like I was created to never meet the right person But though I kept searching And then one day I met you here On the pages of a book It was supposed to bring my story Doom But instead it felt real... For a moment I thought I wasn't a mere Character in a love story But a lover in reality And maybe I'm discharging my roles as a persona by loving you But someone out there wrote this Someone is the Author of this. Literary works of art told me that the fact something isn't real doesn't mean it doesn't exist I may be just a poetic persona But Ehiz Wrote this... He lov...

We are all fools “IN LOVE” episode 2

  Dear Friend, I am filled with bliss scribbling you this note, I feel safe knowing you don’t know me. You only feel my touch, get stained with my inks and tears, listen and understand my thoughts. It feels good to call you my friend because friends tell each other their truths. Although, you won’t be able to tell me yours, but I am willing to tell you mine. Everything. Since I got back from the award party last night, I can’t help but be drunk in the way I feel. I wish I could tell you how often his name comes to the tip of my tongue, how many times I’ve found myself thinking of everything he said to me last night.       If it was just a brief encounter, why do I remember you every now and   then ?  I don’t know what I am doing. I tell myself this every minute because I’ve have been smiling, responding to his texts, cracking jokes with him and now I have agreed to meet him tomorrow night in his apartment. I think I’ve probably lost my mind a little...

We are all fools “IN LOVE.”

  A MINDFUL ART JOURNALING.  We are all fools in love series episode 1.  We are all fools in love is more than just a story. It’s an ongoing experience—a collection of journaling about a writer and her muse, one that I am excited and grateful to share with you. I hope it will be incredible for you to enjoy.  S omeone once said.. “ There are moments in every relationship that defines when two people start to fall in love.                                        A first glance                                        A first smile                                       A first kiss                             ...

Writing is no fun when nobody reads it

W hy am I doing this?  Some people are not good at acknowledging or interpreting their emotions—expressing their inexpressible. They could lie because they don’t like the emotion or want to feel it(I know you’re one of them). Then there’s ME, who want to understand and make YOU a little better— create stories, write letters and share to you, bringing out the euphoric bliss in you till you laugh and choke on pepper.  So .. All  the things that goes on in my life, in my head, all the things I have to say— bringing me to the state of  EXPRESSING THE INEXPRESSIBLE , I want to write them, get it out of me. In as much as I don’t want everyone to have access to this, I still want people who are interested to read this because “Writing is no fun when nobody reads it.”  D o not worry, this is a safe space.