IN MY PERFECT WORLD...

It's peaceful and serene and I get lost in my own highs that remain uninterrupted by a world that is tainted by evil, that its children are cursed for even dreaming. I never cease to speak all positivity aloud because I know that life might be listening. In my perfect world, the road that leads to heaven smells like new books which have suitable fonts that will have you still reading at 00: 23 when your eyes have partly given in. That reek will have you skip the foreword because you're eager to get to the part where the title of the book will finally make sense. In my perfect world, love tastes like ice-cream and when someone asks me if I believe in magic, I’ll take out a tub, put 2 spoons in it and have them find out for themselves that magic is the taste that finds its way to their mouth. In my perfect world, I believe that my salvation is sealed with a contract that claims that when I get to heaven, I will have as much of ice-cream as my soul can possibly have.

 In my perfect world, Maslow’s hierarchy is incomplete because it doesn’t acknowledge my need to be with you; how after self- actualisation my heart still fails to realize its longing. In my perfect world, I worship the 6^th day because on it, a miracle was created. You were made out of the best clay in the potter’s hand and you're so perfect in your imperfections that no part of you dares to question the hands that created you. You're all pleasure and no offence, excitement without fear and peace without worry. In my perfect world, the past and the future are unimportant because the present presents me with infinite joy that sets my heart at rest that today, the present is infallible. And I dream about you every night because my subconscious is clouded by my emotions of you. 

In my perfect world, my infatuation makes me believe that I have the ability to create myself into my lover’s desire; that they will wake up and breathe me into their morning and drink me as their first cup of the day. I'm forthcoming about being inlove with you, my lover, even though there’s an uncertainty about where this is going to take me. When you think of me, your heart will beat faster and make sounds as loud as rain touching mkhukhu wako next door. And when you say you love me, I'm going to put my ear on your chest so I can finally hear what love sound like.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...Sticks and bones may break me, but in my perfect world, books and ice-cream make me and the Love completes me.