the writer's black

Àsé
16
Jul 2025

Àsé

I put in the work. Now it’s time for the harvest.

A multitude of times, I’ve felt alone in the forest.

But I was never alone.

The trees the animals the insects call this place home. 

I’m not a visitor.

It’s something similar to a king reclaiming his throne.

No Wi-Fi no phones.

But there’s connection like never before. I abide, There’s just this willingness to surrender. Into the unknown.

I finally get the picture.

Not in the frame.

But definitely the main character in this game, This movie, This fantasy called reality.

 

            ….. Àsé 

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