TRACING BACK
I miss being in love, you know that callous feeling of yes, I love and I am in love, I am not just in love but I very much like this human. Every other waking moment I want to be with her, talk to her, simply revel in the beauty that defines her and what this is. Thoughts ran through my mind while I looked back nostalgic, reminiscing of days gone by when my pain was not determined by my shame, when one of my friends told me, “Collins the world is not kind to your kind, you express yourself with all the innocence and a touch of naivety which will not be appreciated to the unrefined.” My response was, “What am I to do if this is me, rose-tinted glasses viewing the world through my poetry, getting lost in fallacies that are just me..” And that ladies and gents was the beginning of my character development. Looking back at my sprightly Eighteen-year-old self and in my own borrowed words then.. “The sky is my canvas the ocean my ink and the stars my words.” I wanted to paint the wo...