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I have come to a realization: that I fear writing now, while I used to enjoy it. I do not write as much nowadays, not even journaling (I habit I began diligently at sixteen and seemed to stop at twenty five; shy of a decade – perhaps I will return.) Now it feels like my…

the sky is you, the unceasing expanse of my love, of your significance in my life of the power of your smile of the weight of your sorrow on my heart on my heart when it occurs, of the elation of the spirit when you are around it’s akin to soaring without fear of falling…

YOU KNOW,  I was thinking about that day we were sitting at a restaurant (I think it was restaurant), and I told you that it frustrates me how you jump to the negative;  Oh, I remenber –  It was that time at Johnny Pistolas.  Recall? A painful, a sad-mile, a something memory, I don’t know;…

Sasa unataka nikwambie nini? Unakam kama maisha yamekukasirisha  Unataka nikushow? Si ati sielewi, ama enyewe sielewi – juu enyewe  kuna aina za uchungu hata kueleza ni ngumu –  Lakini kama uko sure unataka niongee Mi nitakushow tu ukazane aisee  na ujipe furaha na ukule maembe na usambaze kitu kidogo kama mtu amelemewa Juu hii maisha…

Waone wale: mpenzi, na mwenza wake njiani, Miili sako kwa bako, mawazo hapa na pale, Ila swali la kuenzi, shaka haipenyi ndani. Ama yule ba’skelini, nywele zimepeperushwa, Basi ubavu kushoto, ya wanaotoka kazi,  Nyuma kwa wingi majani, yavurugwa kwa hewa. Kwenye bustani wachanga, mikoba yao ya shule, Vitini wapumzikao, wengine na mbwa zao, Nasi tunatangatanga,…

sunshine soft on skin. fixing the traffic light is a worker on a crane, white helmet, blue skies and the reaching spire of Iglesia Biblica Sublime Gracia. A couple push a stroller – stopping at light as hand reaches in, readjusting, rearranging, caressing. A man sits on a bench, another lies on another, belongings in…

when one is in the process of adapting to life – the purgatory of the outside in concert with the cranking of the inside as gears are shifting.

I have been trying to think why my days are a blur Why life seems to be living and letting me decide what do about that And it’s you. When you are not around, It is as if a lens has been removed, a sense denied, a color erased, a life duller. And, even as…

with grace a twirling air of thoughts. what does it mean to understand, to be near her, sensed. There are days when the hours apart coalesce into a panoramic vista of what we’ve made through us, and I feel content.