I’m writing now because I’m feeling blank in my design space. My Pastor would probably soon break my head or remind me about my relevance and the time-cost of the vision. It’s not that I don’t understand but how do I explain creative burnout when I have the Holy Ghost? Abi, am I just hungry this night? Am I mad because this guy just sold samosa to me in the name of Sharwama and I pretended not to be disappointed, muttering my thanks and leaving?
Truth is I don’t know what to write even though I’ve cleared 4 paragraphs of words and stared blank at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen.
Anyway, here’s something I wrote before.
Imagine you try to pluck a rose and its thorns pluck your flesh back. You’re there wondering, which is more red, the rose or my blood.
You become scarred frvr.
Oh! Did I tell you? it was addressed in a letter to me.
That moment when your ears seem very proud of it’s ability to even hear your heartbeats.
It’s amazing how in a split second scared transits to scarred with one letter.
Young Vibe 