How To Sleep.

1. Tell everyone around you that you’re going to bed, if there is anyone, that is. Announce it so loud. ‘I’m going to bed soon!!!!!!!!!‘, keep saying it. Use it as an excuse for doing any errand such as, getting a glass of water for your mum or elder sister. Announce it this instant. Be woke.

*Evil Grin*

2. Do the finish touches with your phone: Say goodnight to your lovers and future lovers, best friends, haters. Check again if all your WhatAapp groups are muted to avoid waking up to 600 messages of crap. Set the alarm for the next day, to-do list, do it all.

3. Lie on the bed.

4. Close your eyes,

5. Pretend to sleep.

6. Pretend to dream, this time your imaginations are very useful. You can be anything. From Omari Hardwick to Donald Trump, Tyra Banks to Amber Rose. Oh, and by the way I love Omari, he is the absolute hottest. If I was hot enough, I would have stalked my way into his life and gotten married to him. Soulmate.

Yeah, this is the kind of dreams you need to have.

NEXT!!!!!!!!

7. Have you prayed? Shame on you, Sinner! scoffs

Judging you.

8. Pray.

9. Go back to pretending.

10. Goodnight.

Hope this isn’t you the next morning though.

 

 

Bet you thought this was some serious stuff, you see I’m embarking on this non-serious attitude/mood. I don’t know how that’s turning out, but I’m trying to just keep whining about things I never want to talk about and have someone to listen to me. Isn’t that the life? And hopefully I get to be ‘April Fooled’ next year. I’m still hurt guys, still hurt. Just so you know. (No one played a prank on me.)

I have missed your cute and beautiful, amazing selves on the blog. And finally putting out something today means everything to me so I thought hey, some humour wouldn’t hurt. Sorry, the gif’s aren’t much.

I love you all.

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Choosing Life. Again.

Trusting God for things I don’t understand.

Believing a higher power for a miracle I know nothing about.

Having faith that there’s something bigger waiting for me that I am completely ignorant about.

‘Early nights’, late mornings trying not to cry myself to sleep. Back to sleep that is.

Almost as though I do not understand where I am in life, or with life.

Two decades in the next couple of months and I’m neither of the things I thought I’d be. Or where I thought I’d be.

Slowly, it is getting to me. Oh, it’s starting to hurt.

But then, there’s only one constant in my life.

When it seems like nothing makes sense.

When it seems like I’m in a black hole, not even a tunnel because at least with that there might be some hope.

When it seems like I’m stagnant, or my life is stagnant. And it feels like I can’t do nothing. Like I can’t achieve shit. 

There’s only one person I can believe in. And that’s God.  He is the constant. The actual plug of life. Literally the entire electrical set, all wires, cables, switch, the actual essence of life and living.

I know that after I haven’t written in a while, everyone expects some poetic stuff with super deep  rhymes and stuff. But at this point, I don’t care.

At least I’m writing Again.
And I feel free, liberated. Happy. More hopeful. I’m choosing life. Again. Believing God. Always.

Ciao!!!!!
Love xx 💕💕💕