You are different, your persona is admirable. you are poetic, every word you say is like a mystic verse. you are my “l’homme ou the le moment” and it almost feels like love. Therefore.. don’t forget the moments we share cuz when there is happiness, there is a limit, and with limits comes misery.. but if we remember, we can always crawl back .. to love.
By Linda Njaka..
..i am defeated. lost in this plastic world painted with Grey, and i am white, a color without a symbol or a story to tell.consumed by my work of science… my colorful heart fades away. the bright vibrant red that once inspired me is now dull and brown.. I’m lost in my own sore imagination. a bitter human without any creativity to call my own.
An anonymous voice, an unseen laughter. who are you, the voice that builds me up. with every articulation, i become a stronger woman. your askew image of who i really am may seem false but they give me hope. In every wrong, there is right.. but who are you… or who am i? who are “we” to begin with. lost in my own agitated sanity to find out who you are, i find myself. The anonymous is you in me. We are one.
by Linda Njaka
First day of the rest of my life. Ah. Sigh.. I really wana go shopping and just “Splurge”. set the stress free. also.. Cant wait to get my camera and begin my creativity. photoshoots and what nots. I finally made a tumblr. just another social network to dump my emotions and thoughts in… mayebe this website will be for the “creative” emotions only.. yes.. yes… it is decided. i rest my case.