We are convinced that one day our words will save us from our own misery. The psychological cycle which keep us trapped in a place of immediate gratification. Forgetting that nothing last long. Again, we gladly sit patiently to witness the output of our ignorance,stumpled by the fear of knowing our shortcomings and silently we choose to become a potrait hanged on the wall,admired by all. Why are we afraid to really feel our despair? We do not want to accept our vulnerability. Its a shame that we loathe the one thing that will bring us closer to understanding ourselves.
I am an African woman who enjoy reading novels,listening to music,writting poetry is my addiction and I am a loving person.I am taking this journey to find myself.I realized that in order to find peace in my life, I got to let go and accept my imperfections.You might not know me with the naked eye but I believe my art will paint my image in your head perfectly well.I've met you before in the world only known by us.I've seen your smile and you are a friend,sister,brother,mother,father without limitations.With your love I conquer anything and build the strongest foundation and path that lead to eternal happiness.
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