Of Dead Dreams

It seemed so far away, her ambition and dreams. Like a silhouette in fog, appearing and disappearing through the mist. And that silhouette carried all her dreams. But it became fuzzier by the second. It seemed to float away backwards. Kind of what she imagined when they said the accession of Jesus.

Female Fluidity

Hey loves,

So, you know that desire that burns up in your heart, engulfs you in flames of passion and you feel like you can literally move everyone out of your way for the sake of a certain quest? Yeah…I have had several of those. But it so happens that we of the Eve kind go through with this for some time, then burn out after a week or two. Our male counterparts, however, will keep that baby lit up for about 3 months…or until the job is actually done.

Well,disclaimer first;

Let me be...

I am tired…tired of having to explain who I am or what I do, or why I do what I do to create who I want to be. People at times ask you questions like you do not have a right to be on this world. If you combine different things of interest like literature and technology, they give you the side eye and go like ‘Acha experiment, akichoka atasettle field yenye anataka.’  And when that success, they act so surprised. Why is it that we cannot be just ourselves without having to explain what we feel or our intentions to everyone. The moody me is still me. The mischievous me is still me. And so is the experimental me, the reckless me, the introvert me, the happy me. And if you look closely, all these selves are expressed in the way I present myself. In my hair, in my smile, the way I walk, how I roll my eyes. Quit trying to conform me to the standards of this world. All selves are me.
Love,
All girls that are finding their footing in life.