SOLITUDE

I believe I am artistic, I see things in ways many people don’t, I find fun in the driest of circumstances which probably contributes to why my friends think am insane, I love my space and solitude which is why I live alone, my house is my sanctuary, my peace, my get away! Am not an introvert either, on the contrary am quite outgoing but then what’s to deny me a little quiet? Somewhere I ca light a toke ad trip ad dream and write.

Whenever am high, I do a lot of reading, my favorite author is unarguably Stephen king, that guy writes like he is possessed! I have followed his characters through all their adventures, cried with them, laughed with them, died with some of them but never have I met a character who intrigues me a much as Roland of the dark tower, that is my best sequel, another different story by a different author struggles to keep up, the sequel of Morgon Prince of Hed. Will Roland perhaps become the high one?  Detached from reality, that is what I call escaping from the drama that is real life and finding that one place where you simply don’t give a fuck! Social media comes in handy at times like these, twitter more especially, I have met wonderful people on twitter, some can be classified as simply mad,  yet others purely interesting and others are just loose strands of fate that brush each other. So I tweet a lot, not enough though!

That I have to explain a joke is just hopeless, that you can’t get sarcasm, you can burn in hell for all in care, these are my rants and raves, that you think the word rave only means going out drinking cheap vodka and passing out is a joke, grin from ear to ear, there you go.

Expression! I can’t always watch my tongue, the rate at which my mind wanders away when am having a conversation and the things I can relate that conversation to. Curse words thrown in liberally and well, welcome to the high speech, if that is what king must have meant! Not everyone’s cup of tea, go read a bible somewhere. After all, Delilah got to Samson, dint she? Honey in the carcass of the lion. Plain white T’s, hey there Delilah. Sweet name by the way.

A landscape, a tree hanging on a river bank, the sun is setting, under the tree sitting on rock are three people, and one of them is sitting on a rock with his back against the tree. The others seem to be having this dreamy look. In their hands they are holding rolls of bhang, puffs of smoke going up. Am reminded of Bilbo Baggins.  On the top of the tree to towards the river, a mocking bird is flying off!

I discovered rock late in my formative years, as my teens were ebbing away! I fell in love, though I did love the cranberries at first! Now I listen to indie rock and even my fellow rock fans think I’ve gone bonkers, but according to me that is music with culture, deep rooted and so ancient you can feel the first children weeping for life, the type of music you could be listening to if a Stark told you in a solemn tone that winter is coming.

Peals of silence tug at my brain!

Revelry

Kings of leon