thoughtsby:heavens

 I remember vividly,  how she'd  dress so nicely every Sunday morning  And when I asked why, she'd say she's dressing  for Abba She was among those beautiful choristers whose song got Abba from HIS throne  Her usual was " Lord I give you my heart, I live for you alone" that song, was her best I admired her every single day and wondered how God would create a being this  perfect I'd go to my quiet place and wish and ponder on me as her, that's how bad it was Everyday constantly wanting to be like her, craving for the exact gift she had It was something I never stopped improving on, consciously  working on me until  i had reached perfection  I would say I lost myself along the way, but to me, it was more than worth it And then  finally, I had the  satisfaction  that I had attained that height  Not until something happened, on a bright beautiful Sunday morning She got up to the alter as usual, to take every one into a di...

  In a year, a #150,000 is spent on data. Analytics rising up and down. Warnings here and there on how overrated I've made the media look. When some gets money out of it, I'm told I spend way too much on it. And I'm asked if I even have a life outside of it. This makes me think so hard.     Oh my God, I've just been warned...50mb left. The real world is quite boring. My phone's down and my next thought is suicide. Like, what the hell is wrong with me. I love the friends I've made online, though they might be fake but really I don't care.      Things pending all cos of this damn thing, sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel loved. With apps like Tiktok; you imagine he's head over heels in love with you and then there's Instagram with all the flashy stuffs you know that if you keep watching them,you'll never achieve but then again, they tell you otherwise. Facebook they say is for the underrated.atleast you can now log in for free, so they kee...

 Dressed up beautifully this morning having high hopes of what a beautiful  day it would be, coupled with the fact that it was a weekend. The joy hovering around was so obvious any one close by would notice. Boarded a bus heading my direction and when I had reached my destination, I alighted.    I boarded another vehicle, this time around a tricycle. Funny enough the driver happened to be an elderly man not just elderly but a "very funny" elderly man. He made us laugh and smile and I wondered why he's still hustling at such age when he's meant to be enjoying the fruit of his labour. This even made me sit up so I don't get to regret later in life.     On reaching my location, I heard a very tiny voice saying I should give the man the money without getting change,I tried wavering off that voice because physically I would be stranded if I do so. I hardened to that voice, but it came strongly this time. I had no choice than to obey. It wasn't an easy one b...

 It took years before she finally realised it wouldn't work, she summoned the courage to let go but it wasn't easy though she had to do it any ways instead of living in a world of fantasy. She surfed the Internet on "How To Get Over Him" yet the solutions provided proved null. She was devasted, angry and alone. "He's probably out having his best life and I'm  here sulking" she thought to herself. She rose to her feet, picked up her notepad and began scribbling down both the happy and sad moments they both shared. She scribbled every single thing down  and while she did, she had this big grin  on her face,she was finally letting  go. She remembered his flaws and how she still loved him anyways, his flaws were her biggest inspiration of letting go. She knew he probably wasn't meant for her and that what's hers will never pass her by, as long as she stays at alert. She dropped her pen and stretched for a long period of time as she picked up her ...

Hands clutched together as we dogged our feets into the cold sand of the beach. We left prints of them behind, indicating lasting memoirs To us,we thought this is how it would be,forever. His radiant face brightened my whole life, if there's anything I could ever ask for is that this day would never end,but that would never happen. Promises he made he didn't fulfill because "death" snatched him before his time. So now I'm left with memories,day dreaming has become a job,my job. So please don't say I'm wasting my time,perhaps you might say so cos you haven't experienced love before. It's sad knowing that the one whom I claimed to lock my hand in his was long gone, buried beneath the very sand we walked thru and now it's just me,walking thru that very spot we both dogged our foot in but the water had washed what we left behind and surprisingly,my memories has started to fade,so was this love,can I move on or should I continue to day d...