Psalms of Olúwalónimí

Numb. Weary.. Torn apart... The only thing I feel is pressure To do. Music. To write. Wativities. But I feel nothing...no muse... The Utopia of NYSC has come to an end. Suddenly so.. So everyone one pops the question...what next? I know the next thing is you; you've been the only option. Charting the course of my life. Still... My mind struggles with my heart Logic. Reasoning. Vulnerability is yet the toughest of this path, But isn't that the one way to your purpose; bodylife... I'm tired, really.. I've come to the end of me My strength fails, utterly. I need you more than ever.. Cos no turning back.. This is life. This is love. The path to you. Help!!!!!!! Please lead me through. Give me your strength. Make my life yours. Make my living count..... Help from above. Help!!!!!!!

Darling Eckman My head constantly spin words for you Yet I didn't find the strength to put down Till now... Your beauty confuses me I see so much beauty But I don't trust you; I don't trust the source I see someone who coulda hit something deep... I see a 'mis-charted' course. I may be wrong...but that's what I see. I see a flickering light under dross.. If only you'd give a way.. My heart breaks... I see how my emotions would have manifested like a beast, wild and fiery But for strength from past lessons. you have my love and prayers. And yes I'd terribly miss you..