Perhaps is the desperation to quench this insatiable thirst that drives us to destroy in the name of seeking, and the dream, however personal, needs some sort of companionship to be fulfilled. Not in the way of a mantra or anything, but those statements have played a larger role in my pursuit of that motherly piece called love. Until a few nights ago, my pursuit had been futile. The only thing I had managed to achieve throughout my endeavours before then was brokenness. Needless to say, the dream had destroyed me. The dream I had hoped would serve as the backbone to my carriage had consumed my being completely. I was an empty cove walking. A knock on my heart could echo the emptiness that dwelled within. Little did I know, I would soon begin to feel alive again in my dream.
On the night in question, I went to bed early as usual, stuffed with prayers and anticipation for the following day, and without the hope of dreaming.

...My people call it juju. But 'ugodly love' sounds better...

© Ommie