The Sugar in Your Lemonade

They say the water is fresh, but it tastes like lava. Like an orange flame in the sky, torture souls in the ground. It is the water fountain at the edge of the road, cars and people going by, and no one is saying hi. It cries intoxicatingly, bleeding profusely for a clean bed, a beautiful skirt, and a clean underwear, but no one cares. Stinky feet marching through like soldiers in the battlefield, livid daylight testimonials pearcing through the book pages like a salad on the menu, rocks giving it a purpose to live. Shut up, they utter, anguish dribbling in her face we see, dry tears dripping through yesterday’s scars for today’s newspaper is heard on the loud speaker. It bleeds still, I see it, you see it, they see it but no one seem to care as it appears I can’t seem to stop the train from rolling through the mud but He can. So, we wait!

Sometimes, your soul just needs to be fed.

One Cold Sunday

Carcavelos beach. Lisbon. 🇵🇹

Heaven, is like lounging on a soft towel, listening to the waves as it empties on the beach, inundated by a sea of rock starts like surfers, immersing yourself on the art brazing the wall and letting go, losing your spirit in the breeze that was one cold Sunday afternoon. And just how the script read.

Sunday Brunch

One thing I understand about life, it can change, transform, end in an instance; like here today and gone, done, left tomorrow, hang on a chandelier, under a bus, a foot of a moving train, fly the distance like the Arctic Tern, landing on a tarmac of a runway plane kinda like it. Sometimes of our own accord, others by the graces of the Almighty and often times to no fault of our own. Things just happen and often as in many cases, we are not the drivers or on the seat, have no control of the vehicle but left to lean on the passenger seat and observe the mechanics unfolding in dismay.

Understand however, the destination has already been written, pre ordained, inscribed on the carousel of notebooks, the thrill of pandemic ecstacy, tearjerker of authentic recipes to live by. So, no point on locking horns but let be, sit on a corner, eat an avocado soup for the ages to cure and cool our worrisome souls.

It is life after all and it is left to us, individuals, to know how to navigate it, without pride, prejudice or arrogance, while maintaining perspective of what mattered, character, values and morals, who we are and/but be the best version of ourselves.