Impacting Positively

You tortured me for nights, unending. You ruined my days, unending. The very moments I placed my head on the pillow to sleep, you began your unending cries. Who was haunting you, I never knew. Who or what were you crying for? I never knew. All I remember is your cry at 3 am sounding loud in the compound. All I remember is my anguish and pain, being unable to sleep after long hours, coming home from work, only to work more and meet deadlines. They said that you cried, because you had to, I never bought that. Because of you, I fantasised about murder, in anger. I knew I had to be swift. I had to calculate every move. First on the list. Knives. I knew I needed sharper ones. My knives were barely capable of slicing onions well. I needed sharper ones to slit a throat. Second on the list. Nothing. Actually, all I needed to rid my nights of sleeplessness was a knife or two. Sharp enough to kill. ... So here we are. Angie. My neighbour's beloved. Helpless you are. Lifeless soon to ...

You know you've been through this before. You know searching for comfort, a place to relieve yourself should take time, so you can fully 'rest' when you find that place. You know you should look for a good spot and not just some random 'place' without privacy. You know all these, but you're running out of time. Your patience is thinning and your mind is running wild. You run to a place for comfort, it's not secure. Then to another place, not secure. Then ahead, and ahead, till you finally find somewhere you can be you. You look out for signs of danger, you see none. It's been a long time of binge eating on junk and now it's time to let it all out.  You pull your trousers down and release the big lump of shit into the Bush. You let out an orgasmic 'ahhhhhhh' and your waist thunders in relief. Some people find love in hopeless places, like friend zoned besties but people like us that eat everything we see? We find love in the nea...