Monday, October 26, 2015
Once upon a time, I turned back my heart from love. A huge blanket of sadness was the only souvenir left inside the archive of my heart after I was thrown off the cliff, discarded like a piece of garbage by my then Eve. At that moment, I found solace with the rest of my agonies.
Like a wanderer, I marshaled my legs onward to a cave where love had long lost its wings, the floored genius simply had to take a bow from relationships until the rain softened my heart. From the blues, a new Eve strolled into the living palace of my heart.
Now, I carry the burden of an ineffable joy, wanting to give love a third chance even though am still so scared of what tomorrow holds. Is this an odorous adventure? Only time would tell but for now I cannot deny my rejuvenated heart the luxury of finding true love.
From: Bulututu Ozuah