it was dark kwa the time she found it.
hidden among the roots of a great tall oak, it sat, practically begging to be taken. she sighed, lifting the object out of the nook which hid it from the whole world.
"there wewe are," she muttered to its leather cover.
she brushed leaves and an unfortunate worm off the cover and opened it.
it smelled exactly as she remembered. the scent of coffee, sea salt, and pine wrapped around her. for a sekunde she was transported out of that melancholy scene and into the maktaba in which she had practically grown up in.
the pages still blank and slightly yellow in color brought back memories she had forgotten. the feelings all flooded back to her and swirled around her.
but then the book was closed and taken from her warming hands. she was suddenly brought back to the harsh present and she snarled at Emery and arched her back.
"we are here for a reason Vita," he said.
she looked at Sage, who was already walking away. Sage trusted Emery although Vita did not.he simply got on her nerves, after all who needs coffee at 2 in the morning. considering the fact that Vita slept in the 'kitchen' half of her and Sage's apartment, she was pretty sure he was always doing that to annoy her. she began walking.
"yep," was all Emery said. he smirked and continued on. Vita raised her hand to strike him. god she deserved to hit him. he was so rude all the time. but Sage gave her a glare that read 'you hit him I hit you'. she lowered her hand
"fine," she replied begrudgingly.
one day. one day.
They broke through the thick forest foliage and climbed into the truck on the side of the highway, Sage in the driver kiti, kiti cha and vita in the shotgun, leaving pickup part open for Emery. Vita gave him a sarcastic smile and he mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like 'witch'.
“you shouldn't torment him like that,” sage replied putting her dhahabu hair in a ponytail before driving. She was very pretty in a sorta rugged way almost. Her features weren't symmetrical but she had the darkest green eyes. She didn't think herself and lacked confidence, sometimes, around certain people. She was ideal person to vita. She was the best example of human kind to Vita.
“so why do we need this book again,” Sage asked as she drove. Passing cars lit up the cab.
“Who steals a maktaba book?” vita exclaimed. She was really annoyed.
Sage shrugged; she was pretty sure Vita was going to have one of her infamous moments.
“I'm serious! Who breaks into the maktaba and takes a book?” she asked au zaidi yelled.
Sage nodded. Sometimes it was best to just nod.
“maybe wewe missed it,” Emery foolish replied through the sliding glass window. Out of the corner of Vita's eye, she saw Sage signaling to Emery to cut it. He ignored Sage.
“what!?!” vita streaked. “what?! I can't believe wewe just alisema that!?......
it all faded into the background as sage exited off the high way. Emery had so much to learn.
hidden among the roots of a great tall oak, it sat, practically begging to be taken. she sighed, lifting the object out of the nook which hid it from the whole world.
"there wewe are," she muttered to its leather cover.
she brushed leaves and an unfortunate worm off the cover and opened it.
it smelled exactly as she remembered. the scent of coffee, sea salt, and pine wrapped around her. for a sekunde she was transported out of that melancholy scene and into the maktaba in which she had practically grown up in.
the pages still blank and slightly yellow in color brought back memories she had forgotten. the feelings all flooded back to her and swirled around her.
but then the book was closed and taken from her warming hands. she was suddenly brought back to the harsh present and she snarled at Emery and arched her back.
"we are here for a reason Vita," he said.
she looked at Sage, who was already walking away. Sage trusted Emery although Vita did not.he simply got on her nerves, after all who needs coffee at 2 in the morning. considering the fact that Vita slept in the 'kitchen' half of her and Sage's apartment, she was pretty sure he was always doing that to annoy her. she began walking.
"yep," was all Emery said. he smirked and continued on. Vita raised her hand to strike him. god she deserved to hit him. he was so rude all the time. but Sage gave her a glare that read 'you hit him I hit you'. she lowered her hand
"fine," she replied begrudgingly.
one day. one day.
They broke through the thick forest foliage and climbed into the truck on the side of the highway, Sage in the driver kiti, kiti cha and vita in the shotgun, leaving pickup part open for Emery. Vita gave him a sarcastic smile and he mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like 'witch'.
“you shouldn't torment him like that,” sage replied putting her dhahabu hair in a ponytail before driving. She was very pretty in a sorta rugged way almost. Her features weren't symmetrical but she had the darkest green eyes. She didn't think herself and lacked confidence, sometimes, around certain people. She was ideal person to vita. She was the best example of human kind to Vita.
“so why do we need this book again,” Sage asked as she drove. Passing cars lit up the cab.
“Who steals a maktaba book?” vita exclaimed. She was really annoyed.
Sage shrugged; she was pretty sure Vita was going to have one of her infamous moments.
“I'm serious! Who breaks into the maktaba and takes a book?” she asked au zaidi yelled.
Sage nodded. Sometimes it was best to just nod.
“maybe wewe missed it,” Emery foolish replied through the sliding glass window. Out of the corner of Vita's eye, she saw Sage signaling to Emery to cut it. He ignored Sage.
“what!?!” vita streaked. “what?! I can't believe wewe just alisema that!?......
it all faded into the background as sage exited off the high way. Emery had so much to learn.
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two kwa fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make upendo to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two kwa fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make upendo to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
I remember the times of the i upendo you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But wewe come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights wewe stayed.
The child in me, from the times wewe loved me.
The debt wewe owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time wewe spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that wewe are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when wewe apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But wewe come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights wewe stayed.
The child in me, from the times wewe loved me.
The debt wewe owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time wewe spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that wewe are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when wewe apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.