Sway.

Art : AFRO…

By Sakuan.

It sways in the air; I wouldn’t know anything about that. I try to be like you, so I go to great lengths to do so. It is my insecurity; that is why I want it to look like yours. My insecurities will be my downfall; our insecurities will be our end. You will never know anything about this; it is a struggle you will never experience, and you should consider yourself lucky. Every morning, I have to look at it and wonder what I will do with it; you don’t have that problem. This is jarring. Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes, and that someone higher than me could rid me of this problem forever. Step into my world and allow me to show you who I am. You wouldn’t survive a day in my shoes; maybe I am exaggerating, but you get my point. I see how you sway when you walk; I see how golden yours is, and I get jealous—not the bad kind, but the “I wish I had what you have” kind. Please don’t hate me for my words; these are just thoughts that linger in my skull, sometimes I feel dead inside, and I have no one out here to talk to. I can see and I can feel, but I can’t express it. This is all I know. I need to learn more, but that will require me to be out there. I don’t want to be out there; that is my problem. But maybe that is the reason I am still here. All I know is that I am alive because of what I have done and what I have avoided so far in life. So what is the point of regret?

By Nu Nazareth.