Confession???

When I sit beside you to  think of the ways I have traveled through you my dear computer .. I sometimes feel you were responsible for all my tears .. or else why should I blame you??

When I told my shadow that I got to tell u something it said “no I were with u all times”

I replied “I didn’t feel so”

I ought to tell you the world  I traveled. . My shadow always claims “I were with you”

“uh its hurting ….. because I have not seen even my shadow throughout the journey”

A long road.. with many people to accompany by. Many stop in midst, many fade away , of many  turned away cursing loud..

People come and go, many faces, different situations, baggage’s “Uh I had to drag them”

Baggage’s of words and alphabets..

I was carrying alphabets with me.. how could dat be? A teenage carrying alphabets??

Am i teenage?? Huh who cares…

All my life I was trying to write but of many I have not scribbled.. Why???

One of my dream was to paint my mind.. whops.. that also I didn’t doo.

Whats the use of me being walking??

I feel tired “ugh can’t I stop ? I need some rest”

“Nah bang you can’t you have to walk..”

“Who are you to tell me”

Shadow..

“But you don’t know anything about me”

“ I know you that’s y I am listening to u. Everytime you heard a voice from behind… “

“but no it can’t be you … I never saw the person behind…”

“am shadow I can’t be seen, of the beauty God has given you  I am one among them. Am your shadow… Am you and you are me”

“no u are wrong I am my words and words they won’t ever betray me”

“words are no longer with you you have left alphabets…. You have left  your soul behind…”

“ no… but…… yes I did….”