There is something shocking about how far this other self of mine can go.
This retarded other entity of mine has no inhibitions or limits whatsoever,
But I do, I have to posses some. The lines are clear everywhere I look.
Yet, here I am, crazy within.
“Many years ago, I came into a profound realization that God brought me into this world to my parents with this gender, this skin, this hair, these eyes, this mind, this physique for a reason. Continue reading The Right Skin
It is like a thread of familiarity.
One that allows us to so terribly underrate that which we once held in great esteem.
A thread that curls tightly around our consciousness. Refusing to let it go. Continue reading Desensitized
I can see it in your eyes that you are lonely.
Beyond your smile, your actions, your clouding thoughts.
Beyond the things you wish to feel, and the things you wish to kill.
Beyond the though thoughts and the though actions. Continue reading Fighting Lonely
~ Poem by Sandra C. Obiora (28.05.2018) ~
Today, I wished dearly for time to pause.
I yearned earnestly for just this cause.
That I may simply hold onto this quickly passing moment.
If only to make it slower, to grab a hold of it and shout, Pause!