Untitled XII

If I had a coin for every mundane thing I spent my time on; I would be a millionaire for the number of times I spoke death to my insecurities, only for them to resurface and laugh at me, almost as if they knew I needed them, to feel like myself.

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Flicker

The flames started small, at first, small enough to ignore. It started in the forest where the butterflies lived. I thought it was normal, with time things change and butterflies find a new home. I wish I knew then that butterflies run away when heat overwhelms them, when threatened with fire. Quickly the flames spread,…

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Untitled II

You have so much unlearning to do but no one to teach you. You don’t know who you are, when you’re not broken; you don’t know who you were before life gave you something to fix. Jade Novelist © 2020 Extract from Tumaini

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