Sunday, 15 April 2018

the crowded space

My solitude is being invaded and I feel like calling the cops on them.

My privacy is being shared and I just wanna vet my anger, break stuffs and scream at the top of my voice.

I want to kick them all out and increase the rent. But they seem like they got the bag and can afford to pay.

The sky knows my name so I commune easily with it,out of the blues i could See the sun and when the moon shines i could tell the intensity of the light.

I feel jealous of the stars mosttimes because I see them sorrounded by fellow stars, but the moon stands alone and attracts stars to itself, so I thought for a second I am the MOON. 

The noise sorrounded by the stars was so loud that i needed a ear-plug. I loved my solitute mosttimes and my privacy is ever before me