Psalms of Olúwalónimí

You are true. And because I'm just like you; I'm as true... I look within and marvel at your strength in me. It gives me joy. I'm proud to be a heir. The strength to undermine self. The strength to own my flaws; not to shroud my mistakes with excuses or the flaws of others. The strength to accept the apology I never received. The strength to choose to see you behind every scene. To choose to follow with eager feet while groping. To lift my head high even when people are puzzled. To live alone in the crowd. To hold on to you when everything is screaming otherwise. Oh! Such strength; you, you are true. And when I allow my self into the other zone; When I want to be human because I feel I've been strong for too long; When I bury my head and allow logic to becloud me... When I cry because sometimes strength comes in liquid... I cannot but laugh it off because your joy is indeed my strength!

Downcasted... I just want to cry On a day like this, I want so badly to know why you happened in the first place. I see where your coming taught me to be wary of emotions, and how much I still have to learn. Yet, why do I feel that doesn't answer my question; why did I ever meet you? I want to know, badly. I can't seem to forget the things that convinced me in the first place. Were they true Or Was I so wrong? And if I'm being stupid, I beg to be allowed for the meantime; can I be human? Above all, I know there is a bigger picture that's not to be forgotten...