Shade Odebiyi's Creatives.

I remember the thoughts and feelings I had or the thrills I had when we spoke for the first time. It was exemplary and beautiful. How time flies.

I still didn’t get it, I still failed to understand the gravity of every minute or second lost. This story was picture-perfect but inside, boiling. What a story!

Steady hurtful words, that pierce one’s soul, a handful of words that send you crashing. What can I say? What to do? The pain feels fresh all over and it hurts just by thinking about it. I try to be as strong as I will ever be, but maybe I am supposed to slip and fall.

Die? No.

If for some reason, it is supposed to hurt, it should not sting this much. I cannot even cry, my teary glands are failing me or whatever that is called. This year has been the worst emotionally and honestly, I am not the monster and with every bad word, you said I am.

I have forced myself to act strong even when the weakness is consuming me, but what can I do? I mean a vacation would be good, but I can barely afford a few for myself right now.

So, no.

Maybe it is for the better, what does it matter anyway? I fought and I lost. Maybe I fought the wrong way, or maybe that is how this was meant to be. It will hurt for a long time. I do not know if I will be fine, but I will try. Being a bother is not what I want to be.

Thank you for all that was said and done.

Gremlin, one last time, it reigned. 🤍🪄

Much Love,
‘ShadeOdebiyi.

From My Heart: MORENIKEJI A. ODEBIYI