“Lay your head down on my pillow. Feel the comfort caressing you into a state of peace.
No longer feeling monogamous about your daily routines.
But falling in sync with the universe.
Connecting to synergy and exfoliating with passion.
Let it be that the lies you told are wiped into thin air as reality sets in and takes precedent.
As you inhale breaths of life and the scent of cold air and mist brushes your nasal.
Be aware that the seas of which your life wiped away are an exhibition in the sand of footprints and souls.
In front of s a fire place you burn your perplexed aura. Anticipating ease and warmth.
Like water on the verge of boiling point you see no reaction till steam evaporates and then only then does your inscription of history become evident and pure oxygen becomes toxic.
Laughing gas becomes tear gas and you realise that NOBODY IS PERFECT.
Lay your head down on my pillow. Don’t close your eyes if you want to see your dreams come alive.
But you have to close your eyes to face your fears and live through the nightmares.
Be like the blind man who senses and reacts. Not like the privileged who see and procrastinate”
By Ola the Poet