September

I miss the days when all I had were dreams. The cool September nights in Lagos, staring at the stars while lying on the back of my father’s toyota.

Things were easy then. I could close my eyes and picture the future I wanted, who i was going to be in that future. It seemed so far away, it was easy to dream, to wish. I didn’t get boggled down by little details because I’m a dreamer you see.

Always plotting, sometimes scheming, my head forever lost in a cloud. I figured it wasn’t hurting anyone so I’m going to build the biggest nest the sky.

It really wasn’t hurting anyone. But a decade down the line? It’s harder to settle when you’ve groomed yourself for better. The heart becomes restless and it starts to yearn for the dream it was promised and it beats with a steady staccato rhythm of “why. Not”

Everything else pales in comparison till it convinces your brain to just try..

Cause that rhythm? It keeps you up at night, it crawls through you, becomes a deafening sound till it’s all you can hear, see, breathe and feel. It’s a sickness and the failure you fear must surely be better than this.

So buckle up

Close your eyes.

Feel the silence.

Listen your heart race.

feel the need course through you.

Take a deep breath..

AND PLUNGE IN.