SPACE

S P A C E

There’s a space between a man’s dreams and reality
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A space my subconsciousness leased to my fears and for a while it was a furnished and protected tenancy
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In that period, this space became a rift between logic and reason
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At times, it’s a crypt for the chances I refused to take or the fragments of half – lived moments that later bloomed into regrets
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I was contentedly living this way because I was insensitive to the visual representation of the strength of my heart which people around me had felt like a breath of fresh air or a relief from the suffocating paws of life
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My fear had the menace of a radioactive fallout but I couldn’t feel the stingless loss of my mental plains and mountains, streams and oceans, meadows and forest
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However, everything changed that summer evening when I saw you dancing in your cut off jeans
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The way you wore the sun on your skin like you were its place in the sky was a moment of pure enlightenment
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And the way you expressed yourself was a beautiful and unique knowledge on how to live freely which I learned in a clearer context
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Your smile cut through my illusions and your kiss was the elixir for my ignorance
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It was only then that I knew I had been out of touch with reality
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It was only then that I knew your love was all I needed to fill the space between my dreams and reality

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Andrew David Omokafe

Andrew David Omokafe

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