There's the white door again, another scolding ahead. The green grass seems taller. I've been standing here for maybe 5 or 10 minutes I guess, hoping Jesse doesn't come out to call again. What would I say. For sure, it's going to be another excuse as usual. It just seems to get harder but I can't flick. I can't just give in or ebb, demand is on my heel to race. I know it's my responsibility. I know I've got no option. I know I'm gonna slither down the muddy loamy puddles just right ahead and go through that white door. It's just going to be another reminder of my failure, have I gotten so used to failure. Or am I tired of responsibilities, No! That's like being tired of life. There's the cool breeze that just whiff pass, it seems to carry away my troubles. But shortly after it reminds me it's still rainy season. I've got to get in. Okay, I'm ready to take anything. I can't risk getting wet. Now there's an improvement, I'm walking now even though my speed could be related to that of ants collective moving a dead earthworm that they probably battled to its death into their hole just right beside the wall of this tall building. The building contains 3 halls of at least 12 feet high. With blue coloured walls and 6 doors, 12 for each hall; all of same colour.
Even though I aggrandize the journey it's just been 6 meters from my start point. I knock as the norm expectsand push the door and the oil paint in on my palms. "Oh, it's just been painted" I remember. The rust had already chewed the width of the metal at the base to a thin sheet of paper just before the authorities noticed halls have doors.
I quickly pull back but my hands stick back what's the need, my hands are already stained.
You're one in a million, worth a thousand war s. The only one of your kind, a work of art, excellent in comparison with non other, created by the best of the best. You're the only one that thinks the way you think, the only one that feel the way you do; the only one that knows how you feel. A unique personality, do not be deceived you're the only one like you in a million years and the only one who'll be you in a million years to come. The world will never see you the way you are, they all want you to succumb to their ways, they want you to become them. Because, we've all got our different worlds. They'll try to drain you of all of you, all of his artistry in you but know that YOU'RE AN OCEAN. You cannot be finished, they can take all they want but God's your sufficiency and your capacity. You cannot be finished. You're beautiful, you're wise, you're a unique mold. They'll try to redefine you but know who you are. You're his love, th...
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