This is how I look without makeup and with no bra my ninny’s sag down low. I got a little pot in my belly so now a days my figure ain’t so fly. My dress ain’t cost nothing but seven dollars but I made it fly, I’ll tell ya why: ‘cause I’m cleva when I bust ma rhymes, I’m cleva, always on ya mind I, said that I’m alright with me
My ability to tell stories and moments has narrowed down to Instagram photos and thumb approvals on Facebook and I apologise.
I was more creative than this when I was younger…
Is it because technology and ease of access has made me lazier?
I want to go back to how my mind was when I was four.
Always curious, always at awe.
Now nothing ever seems to surprise or excite me and I know too much for my own good, or I know too little to care.
Nothing ever seems new to me.
Probably the reason why I crave for adventure.
New sights and sounds and culture.
My feet have been itching to take me somewhere I’ve never been to again.
If anything, I promise my self this year to go back to my old ways of writing and documenting my life and share it to whoever has the least bit interest to care.
Dearest Nomad Boy,
This was not the first of our unending travels, my love but this time we’ve reached the skies.
We have dreams of traveling the world and those dreams shall come to pass in their own time but for now let us unravel our own land.
This was the first time you’ve glimpsed the clouds, and I swear we could almost touch it. I marvelled at the beauty of it all, the grandeur that most people do not see being so caught in the triviality of everyday.
In that one week we were awakened to the so many possibilities we knew was there all along except we’ve kept it in the crevices of our minds, but what we’ve brought back with us now is the courage and hope that these possibilities could be reality.
The people we met were mediums of inspiration to us, and we could only hope to live in simplicity as them, but their happiness despite the simplicity is what we really aim for.
You got lost in that new city, and I was scared but I knew you’d find your way somehow as you always do. Getting lost in a new place is as essential as rice with ulam.
This is not the first time we’ll be seeing this city though, as it held a place in our hearts. We’ll keep coming back until we’ve learned this new city like the back of our hand, and our new friends will have been constants.
It’s impossible to believe there is no higher being at the sight of such beauty. We’ve been given this place and this life and I am nothing short of grateful. ⛅️🌞 (at the universe)