Are wewe Real?
Your hair is indescribably soft and smooth. Your eyes, remind me of honey-sickle in the glistening sun. Your lips are gentle and plump like a peach. Your skin is white as snow and as smooth and hard as marble& stone. wewe sometimes speak of a time that is not known to me. Your smell is indescribably sweet and, just wonderful. wewe dress commonly to fit in with the world and its surroundings. wewe are very kind and considerate of how wewe affect the ones wewe love. I hear about wewe a lot, and to what people say, like how you’re so hot, and they wish that wewe were with them. I see wewe in my head and in reality. I upendo to think about wewe and me, and if we were together, and daydream about all the things we could do. But when I’m alone, and thinking of that. I then start to think other things. Like, ‘you aren’t real’, ‘this isn’t real’, Wanyonya damu do exist, I won’t and wish that they do. You’re a non- fictional character, and if wewe were real you’d never want to be with me. If the stories were real, then you’d be with her, and not me. I wish that there was my own version of wewe out there for me somewhere in this world. I just WISH and HOPE with ALL my moyo that wewe and Wanyonya damu were all,-every single one of you- real. And, I guess, that all that’s left to do, is wait for you. Wait for wewe to come and get me. Take me away, far, far away, where we can live together for all eternity.
kwa Alexia Houley-Dougherty (HOU0007)
Your hair is indescribably soft and smooth. Your eyes, remind me of honey-sickle in the glistening sun. Your lips are gentle and plump like a peach. Your skin is white as snow and as smooth and hard as marble& stone. wewe sometimes speak of a time that is not known to me. Your smell is indescribably sweet and, just wonderful. wewe dress commonly to fit in with the world and its surroundings. wewe are very kind and considerate of how wewe affect the ones wewe love. I hear about wewe a lot, and to what people say, like how you’re so hot, and they wish that wewe were with them. I see wewe in my head and in reality. I upendo to think about wewe and me, and if we were together, and daydream about all the things we could do. But when I’m alone, and thinking of that. I then start to think other things. Like, ‘you aren’t real’, ‘this isn’t real’, Wanyonya damu do exist, I won’t and wish that they do. You’re a non- fictional character, and if wewe were real you’d never want to be with me. If the stories were real, then you’d be with her, and not me. I wish that there was my own version of wewe out there for me somewhere in this world. I just WISH and HOPE with ALL my moyo that wewe and Wanyonya damu were all,-every single one of you- real. And, I guess, that all that’s left to do, is wait for you. Wait for wewe to come and get me. Take me away, far, far away, where we can live together for all eternity.
kwa Alexia Houley-Dougherty (HOU0007)