Life is short. Try not to ponder fulfilling many individuals and satisfying many individuals. On the off chance that not you, there are others.

You just have to zero in on a couple of things or even a certain something. Since typically, too wide to even consider crossing, the farther from the central area

.Believe in your ability for you are a god.And to all gen z's share grins from underneath our covers, mirroring the grin on every one of the drained youngsters' appearances.

We share the wheezing in their chest, the wake of their evenings. And afterward we fail to remember our own laziness in the honesty immersing their wings.

Those undetectable wings that convey our hearts up to the sky until we can contact the leniency with our fingertips.Some way or another, some way or another,Being okay is going.

It's pouring and it's dim, yet we wind up throwing that umbrella. We end up embracing each cool drop kissing our skin and saturating our bones.

Here, in the quiet eye of the tempest, we make our own. Furthermore, we shout, what the tempests convey to the sky.

Here, we shout. Here,we roar . Here we love without boundaries. 

There's fire at the tips of our fingers, in the profundity of our heart and siphoning through our veins.

The fire is thundering in our brilliant voice, with our hot breaths, across our burned throat, the blazes wound up blossoming dark in our lungs, yellow on our skin, red in our spirit.

In any case, all the downpour in the most natural sounding way for future, the streams in future eyes, the green in future grasp, the blue of future murmurs,

Were adequately not.

What might be sufficient?

The things no individual will at any point be aware.

I want to see,

something like once,

without the

reflection of words,

between Us and the future 

Only a single time, I,

want to

see, contact.

What's more, let this monster

show you,

What its words

miss the mark concerning.

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Joel Asante Appiah

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