Olúwafèyíṣarámi

I am  not any different from you. You say I should write my story. I also cannot wait to read yours. How does a beautiful soul get mangled in so much filth? How does gold get shrouded in so much impurity? How does a prince forget his roots and eat with pigs? That is our story. Isn't it? But no matter how far gone you are.... When you catch a glimpse of the real you, No matter how unbelievable it seems, Everything is worth dropping to explore that route. The worst that will be is to be where you are right now... But what if there actually is that better? It does not have to make any logical sense. It is what it is. No you do not think you deserve it... But love, true love is far from logic. It is full of mercy; a gift. Not wage. It is what it is. I have been here before I am here now. I love hard. I always will. I love you. But the story must go on....

I lie here, missing you. Not what you think, but what I have seen you are, Not your voice, but the one within. I have seen what you are capable of becoming. Yet, I see your struggles within, beneath Your child-like but rooted ways. Wondering how far gone you are on your story I worry what you have told your kids And how your wife is taking all this. I wait. Hoping you will reach out. Wishing your broken heart was torched. With a new reason for life rather than mere living. A reason to receive love, pure. Oh fabulous soul, Wonderful yet wandering heart, Why are you afraid of hurting a head that will heal? Why are you so afraid to break it for answers? What keeps you bound from breaking free? Why do you hide? Where have you gone? What are you doing? I look for you but you seem to have vanished. Why do you run farther? Come to me, Run fast toward wisdom. Seek out the light. Let life guide you. Hear my voice, be my friend, my love. See me. Unravel me. Hold ...