HELLO DARK DIARY By: A. N Opeyemi

Hello dark diary, I know my dark tales would shed more light on who I really am.

DAY 1
I want to be able to scream at the air, laugh at my stupidity and run from everything that has caused me pain till I'm breathless and look at the waves fall in a beautiful abandoned beach with a cool serene sky view.
I want to breathe, I want to live, I want to love.

DAY 2
I want to dig a hole of love and feel it with peace.

DAY 3
Choking on my own unhappiness till I find the air of peace to breathe in, else I'll be left with the death of pain and hurt.

DAY 4
I started hugging myself tightly, crying on my own shoulders, wiping my own tears, pulling myself up from the floors of depression. Then I realized being broken comes with a lot of silence on the outside and so much noise in me.

DAY 5
A night will come where I'll be able to really "sleep" and a morning will come where I'll really "wake" and everything will be so new to me except the meaning of "insomnia".

DAY 6

I searched through the thorns
And I found my roses

Red and bright
Even in this dark night

And I'll remember how sweet I smell even without tasting
For the love of myself is long lasting

DAY 7
As I saw the beads of my sweat, drop by drop fall down my greasy for head
The irregular heartbeat thumping against my chest trying to be set free of this cage
I kept running past the boring paths of my compound, ran till I thought I had lost all oxygen
I kept moving, flash backs, flash back of horror. I didn't stop, I kept pushing my already sore and week muscles.
I kept saying "Be in control" "Don't lose it"

DAY 8
She had cats, lots of them
She's allergic to cats, she doesn't love them
Yet she keeps them
To distract 'them'
From her own den
The den she's dying in
Then den no one noticed
'Cause everyone is too busy
Talking about her numerous cats.....

DAY 9
Hello dark diary,
I counted your letters and wrote to you in 9 days, I know maybe someday, someone will pick you up and go through you out of curiosity.
But would they understand.
If not rather put anyone in confusion.
I would answer the most likely question and drop a word to give a clue on the meaning of these words

Q:Why are your writings dark?
A:Can you give what you do not have?

DAY 1 Loneliness
DAY 2 Pain
DAY 3 Bitterness
DAY 4 Depression
DAY 5 insomnia
DAY 6 Love
DAY 7 Work out
DAY 8 Distraction

DAY 9: DEATH

©A. N Opeyemi

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