Breath To A Flame

These words keep escaping with the void I find myself, so I breathe… Whether slowly or fast paced, these itching ears begin to writhe; Far from home, but no spidey senses, It’s strange, but the doctor isn’t me; I’ve sinned a lot like Constantine, even hell isn’t sure anymore. Tell this to the devil, “Hell …

Broken Pieces

Uche, a friend of mine, and I decided to share wits on same topic, and here’s what we have, enjoy: Broken pieces write the most. Their etches are not understood, so they hurt the most. They lie without form, the same way their shattered peace took; And their tiny grains of charity still goes with …

Time.

True stories about time are never given the right of consideration simply because we often do not get the twist. As you read, you’ll find yourself in this persona because it was curated just for you! You know that moment when Patients are waiting, Deadlines are pending, Accounts need to be audited, Designs need to …