Scribbles from the heart

Our hopes and reason for living were tied to the beauty and reality of men, dreams were so real to us like the vision of the clouds by day, the journey of a thousand mile is said to start by a step, it was hard for us to believe because, we had everything cozy for us,  transportation made us forget about that saying. The purpose for living becomes futile and rare, when other colors feel they radiate more than the others. The truth unknowingly,  is in the hearts of all men but, some think because they aren't in 'shirts' so they are the only people having it, yet, the visibility of the truth in us tames us from repeating norms, the truth fuses with our humanity. Like ostriches,  our heads are hid in the earth whilst our bodies are visible. The truth lies in the heart of men, yet, the thoughts of people make it seem like, the truth is in the minds of people buried in the earth rather, the truth is in the hearts of men. The pain seems unbearable to me, let...

 Without doubt I tried, Sun and moon were my friends, The scent of the rivers and trees that grew near me was hope I would never forget. The competition that went on between animals and they guarding  their territories were breathtaking sight. The purpose of life was so real to me, I gave hope to other living things that came my way, birds made their nests on my head and hands, giving shades to highest form of animals as some will  put it. My eyes were closed shortly, opening it made me wonder whether i was dreaming, the sights of nature looks like a mirage. I had no one to ask because, everyone left without saying goodbye. I have been left in a world  which was once capable of containing everything and everyone. Drought has shown it head. Although my eyes were closed shortly, it felt like years of sleeping. The people left me because, my body was getting wrinkles and hairs were changing colour.  Left to survive on my own, with nothing to call a friend, the echo...

Nostalgia was our greatest wishes, our dreams and love were tied up in the color of our blood, no one doubted our love. Doubting our love meant, blood is white as the doubters of our love would say, on the road of memories, our wishes were true, hugs and pecks from each other kept us going. We sat on the bench and watched as time smiled as it passed us by slowly, the winds blew mightily but become calm when it got near to us, birds drew closer to see us, wondering whether we were the reason why 'love birds' was coined. Under the street light with a bench having the capacity to carry four people, we occupied two and our hearts occupied the other two. The street lights made us happy, we saw every gesture each other made, your smile was priceless, I would have gathered the riches in the sea to buy them. Where we sat was like an island with only trees and us as inhabitants, all thoughts passed through my mind, since it felt like we were the only inhabitants living on this island. T...

It was very deep before I went on hibernation. The thought of it fading was nowhere near my thought. Now, my thought is like that of a mirage. I was the brightest of colors. I wish I had a name to describe my color. My love for you grew daily, and without fail, I journeyed around the earth to see whether there is a replacement, my curiosity was satisfied when I found out you were the last of a kind on this earth. Our love was in its prime, the noise from our love drew people to our sight. Our heartbeat was the first song we heard when we first met, it was one of our greatest memories we ever had. The world should stand still for us, our presence tells an unending story, your voice is an echo of healing, spreading its wings across the world. How soon would I have introduced you to my parents, your color was irresistible and the and the eyes that say it became jealous and proud. I hope I'm still dreaming, The thoughts of you made me wonder  how the other side of the earth will be lik...