Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Today, this soul got a chance to fly. Beyond creatures seeped in vanity. This soul got a chance to fly. Beyond a past steeped in illusions. This soul got a chance to fly. Beyond all the things that once weighed it down. This soul got a chance to fly. Like a single blazing star, reaching high to the skies above. Kissing distant shores, touching gentle streams. This soul got a chance to fly. Above all they thought they could deny. Above what they thought they could determine, with their degree of certainty laced in secrecy. This soul got a chance to fly. In a world where values are lacking, where morals are non-existent and all some have are fairytales of a time long gone. This soul got a chance to fly and would fly, fly, fly again.

We had a small talk, with the right people that helped my soul to soar in ways unimaginable. The humble beginnings of the dialogue held to day can only be described as the making of a great work of art. We are starting small, starting from scratch, with layers already known and some still unknown. The hidden depths in the chatter held today, are like a gateway to the state of my soul and today, the depths are deep in love with and thankful for this unprecedented change.