I was tired, very tired. I was tired because I keep hearing the same old stories, I keep seeing the same unsmiling faces, I watch faceless people pass me every day and I basically maintain the same old routine. Today was the worst of everything and I have never felt more dejected. I could not wait to escape the noise that came with the world and retire to an entirely different world. A world where everything comes alive. A frivolous world that makes the real world looks bleak and hopeless. I wish I could cross that thin line into the world of my dreams. The closest I could get to it is in my bedroom, transported in the comforts of my heart into a place where the skies are always blue and the grasses are always green. I dream of a world where people could walk about in
careless abandon without having to scrutinize the person walking past you in suspicion. A world where there are no guns because there would be no use for them.


A world where everyone knows to dump dirt in wastebaskets and don’t act otherwise. A world where there would be no heartbreak and people who fall in love stay in love forever. A world where everyone has equal opportunities and equal benefits. A world where there are no shabbily clothed children running after a vehicle in motion, drained of energy yet determined to make a future. A world where there are no drunks or wild parties because in their midst are those who conceive evil. A world where families are regarded as sacred and important. A world where the school system is purged of its impurities. A world that could rise up within the snap of the fingers. A world where soldiers and police are alien terms, where people are knowledgeable, where people are judged by who they are. An almost magical world…. In that other world, that world of my dreams, all is always well.

please write more.......there's something about your writing...it has depth!

cheks bros: please write more.......there's something about your writing...it has depth!

Thanks for the boost. Sad thing is that am no longer a writer. I had to let it rest.

if you had to let writing go,you sure must have another subtle means of conveying what you feel inside....you'll sure make a good writer/script writer...if you hone your skills...we need more soul food,....so we are going to give it a try again,right....will be pleased to read something you have written

PS: if john grisham only read,but never wrote.. I would not have read the good ole books he authored

buzz mi when you have written something,or released an album(lol,im pulling your legs!).....btw,i followed you,and i expect a follow back too...

Cheers!

Richiy:
Thanks for the boost. Sad thing is that am no longer a writer. I had to let it rest.

Why will you let it rest, you write like one that understands lIVE.

Richiy:

Thanks for the boost. Sad thing is that am no longer a writer. I had to let it rest.

Is it okay to ask why you let it rest? Did you write fiction?

Richiy:
I was tired, very tired. I was tired because I keep hearing the same old stories, I keep seeing the same unsmiling faces, I watch faceless
people pass me every day and I basically maintain the same old routine. Today was the worst of everything and I have never felt more dejected. I could not wait to escape the noise that came with the world and retire to an entirely different world. A world where everything comes alive. A frivolous world that makes the
real world looks bleak and hopeless. I wish I could cross that thin line into the world of my dreams. The closest I could get to it is in my bedroom, transported
in the comforts of my heart into a place where the skies are always blue and the grasses are always green. I dream of a world where people could walk about in
careless abandon without having to scrutinize the person walking past you in suspicion. A world where there are no guns because there would be no use for them.
A world where everyone knows to dump dirt in wastebaskets and don’t act otherwise. A world where there would be no heartbreak and people who
fall in love stay in love forever. A world where everyone has equal opportunities and equal benefits. A world where there are no shabbily clothed children
running after a vehicle in motion, drained of energy yet determined to make a future. A world where there are no drunks or wild parties because in their midst
are those who conceive evil. A world where families are regarded as sacred and important. A world where the school system is purged of its impurities. A world
that could rise up within the snap of the fingers. A world where soldiers and police are alien terms, where people are knowledgeable, where people are judged by
who they are. An almost magical world…. In that other world, that world of my dreams, all is always well.

im already experiencing some of the things u described, hopefully the world gets to the full extent of such utopian state.

Nice write-ups. Merry Xmas and happy new year dear.

Send my rice and chicken across sha.