FROM THE ARCHIVE: DIARY OF AN INTROVERT
- Prose
- Archive, Diary, Intropection, Introvert
- June 23, 2017
My bed is my favourite place.
View PostMy bed is my favourite place.
View PostTake a chance.
Live your dreams.
Don’t hold back,
you have one chance.
Hey Babe,
View PostDear Adeola,
View PostI’ve been asking that He reveals to me His love: well, not because I wanted to know more, but because I didn’t trust in His love –this is quite hard for a Christian-y girl to confess, kindly take this line seriously.
View PostI took a second look at the metal box and thought, hmm…well, what if? Just then the conductor announced, “going bus! Oshodi, going bus!”, my ear tingled at the resonance of this line with my desire to be home before the moon owns the sky.
View PostGreat things start little.
View PostPicnic’s best with sunlight.
Tales are soothing by moonlight.
The match couldn’t be better.
How clever, earth’s order.
View PostThis is one statement I’ve heard frequently over the years. It’s a simple statement with three words; nothing complex to understand. I grasp the English interpretation of this statement; it is the depth that baffles me.
View PostGive us a chance.
To see you beyond a glance.
Give me a chance.
All I ask is this one dance.
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