Loneliness is like a bed waiting for its owner. No matter how far the body and mind roams during the day, It returns to dwell in it at night.Loneliness is like a ditch one steps into without knowing how steep it runs. What initially seems shallow is a deep pit. That every inch inside, drags every suppressed thought and trauma up to the surface.
—Israel Olorunnisola
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UNTITLED |Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems written amidst writer's block centred on, adulting, loneliness, faith and freedom.