Mondegreen / It’s a hard day to come

Where are you now my young little boy. You was to be a doctor, you was to preach the gospel. You was to be my soldier, you was to care for mother. 

You was to go to college. You was to build a steel bridge. 

Where are you now my simple young boy. You wanted to run, who made your heart break. You wanted to cry, who shamed you for weeping. Is it a hard, is it a long, is it a damned day. Is it a day that’s supposed to come? Continue reading

Sadona / Making new friends

The hardest part about making new friends is meeting them for the second time. It is deciding what to do next. It is deciding who you will be to each other after a couple of weeks or just before you meet.

Sometimes.. most times, I wonder if it should be possible to meet someone new. Could you know someone if you are yet to have a self? What do you do when you are asked a question that seeks a description of your personhood?  Continue reading