I crave obstinacy ...
Rather loud music within closed doors
Shutters painted shut
White walls plastered with great art
Nomadic thoughts amidst daydreams
I crave the soothing effect of bliss
Brutish conversations
Scantily clothed with hems of politically wrong phrases
I want my own thoughts
Rather to own my own thoughts
To think without human shame
I crave to be without being
Lost in beautiful words or art.. or maybe music
-Amaka
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