Our paths are different we were never meant to walk on same road, our roads just met at some point and it separates at some point also. It could meet again but our visions are distinct so it's meant to separate. We were born for different purposes, mine I can see ahead. Yours, you're on the run for. We're going to get there. So they're some statements not worth explaining, they're some 'no(s)' that should end there. Because, actions speak louder than words. So people read actions better. So you should take it like that with no remorse regardless of the intent.
They weren't there from the start, they never understood shit you went through. And probably you don't understand theirs too. So we cherish the tiles walked through as our life paths collide and let no apologies hinder our 'byes' as we wave at each other at separating paths.
Reading Children of Blood & bone . The narrative & descriptions felt so real. Whenever I got lost in a fantasy world of panthenaires, lionaires, maji, kosidans and magic I never wanted leave. Those moments felt like I lived the fiction & I wanted no escape. "Kwame brushes past me, running for the heart of the battle. He grips a dagger tight in his hands. Then he slashes open his palm. Blood magic. Horror settles into my bones. It’s like the world slows to a stop, stretching the seconds between this moment and the last Kwame will ever have. His blood glows with a white light, splashing as it hits the ground. In an instant the ivory light surrounds him, illuminating his dark skin like a god from above. When it reaches the top of his head, it seals his fate. A fire explodes from his skin. Smoldering embers rain from his body. Flames blaze around his form. The fire erupts from every limb, shooting out of his mouth, his arms, his legs. The blast towers meter...
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