I don't understand why there's pressure inside, but the pain that comes from it brings a tear to my eye. I haven't talked about it but, I still feel pain inside of me. Is it a heart attack, or is my heart trying to put itself back from the years of being used, broken in pieces, quarters, and even halves When I finally have the courage to look at myself well at the mirror, I see I growth but I have aged. You're so beautiful; you look like an angel to me, but by now I know wouldn't be receiving such compliments Who am I to blame? But I guess, I have a lot of work and time put in, but for some reason all my attention were about the point At this point I feel lost. I had inspiration to sing and write, but now, I can't do anything I know I must learn to forget, practice ignorance, pretend to not exist, I want to forget everything Before I push the reset button for my heart, there still a chance for a start. I miss myself...
Temilade Alokan Content Writer | Storyteller | Creative Author I’m a reflective content writer and storyteller who finds beauty in simple, intentional living. Beyond crafting lifestyle and motivational pieces, I’ve written fiction and longer stories that explore human emotions, growth, and faith. I’ve also contributed to an international writing group, where I collaborate with other writers on global storytelling projects. My writing blends words of hope, reconciliation and guide