I guess what I’m trying to say is this: Don’t lose yourself in the process of growing. Fans are important but friends are important-er.
HIM: I want to feel your touch, the warmth of your flesh on mine I want to hear your voice and the rhythm it brings It sounds like Beethoven when he’s on the keys Your presence is divine, your aura…
As long as it rains And the seas forever flow I will love you still . . I guess I’m really getting into the Haiku vibe. Also, I’m kind of all up in my feelings these days☺️ . -The Grace…
I’ll come to you whole From the mud I’ll bloom again None the worse for wear . . . A little back story: So, I woke up really late that morning and kept sleeping back due to laziness + rain…
PEACE. BE. STILL.
‘The Lighthouse is the fellowship of brethren, Christ is the keeper, the Light is His Word, the boat is life, we are the sailors and the ocean is noisome pestilence’- The Grace Ola
You are like a cold bath after a long day in the sun…
I wish you were here
Sometimes, I feel like I hear you whispering my name
Like a soft breath right behind my ear
The tongue-tied feeling that comes over me when I attempt to read your expressions and end up catching your eyes. Fighting not to get lost in them means I have to pause and gather my wits.
The name of the game is give and take
You give that you may be given
And you are given so that you may give
‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Tade was starting to get worried. Arinze lowered his voice
even more and bent towards him conspiratorially. He spoke in hushed tones. ‘I am saying that all the past owners of that house have died mysteriously and
everybody knows. Everyone is afraid to buy it so it has been empty for the past three years. Rumour has it that a ghost haunts the house.’