Tales Unheard

A tale to be told must have a reason for which it occurred. Each fantasy or dream is built on hopes and beliefs that match our sentiments. The power of our imagination gives us the free rein we desire in this sphere called the world. We are able to explore much more, closing our eyes, exploiting various horizons. Uninhibited, we soar upon the mountains of thoughts, rushing through the forests of mindless images, grazing through and cruising through the oceans of possibilities.

I do love my imagination,  seeking to be in two cities - my imagination and my reality- both at the same time. The tale thus begins with a tear down my cheek as reality beats my imagination always. The tear of disappointment,  joy, happiness, peace, and unreached expectations.

I do seek mindless gain, mines of a field I have for a brain. Perspectives wholly unclean, sharply focused.

 Praise O thou who bestowed such folds to my skull and gains to my fingers for I thrush them all in beautiful penmanship silently reclining against clothes I do not wish to arrange, with the sun bathing my skin peeping through the curtains; with the noise of the television in the background.

The tale begins with the bright smile as sunny as the smile of the presenter who knows not what he or she is so happily speaking about- just facts spilled. With my eyes moving silently in their sockets,  not particularly trained on the screen, I’d type "stay mindlessly glued or perhaps posted this unwholesome space for some fleeting and not whole write-ups  practically about a tale that needs to be told" 

#talesUnheard

♡Boatenmaa

My self out in the open. (Lessons learnt)

At 18, I knew I was finally legal, I was ultimately free to lift up my head and say that. As a subject of ridicule, it was a great pleasure. A free bird now, I was head over heels with my newfound freedom.


Ecstasies informed
Twists newly paved
Dreams favorably real
Castles, built up so high

I was on top of the world. The rush of mixed feelings met me at an exhilarating speed.who were they to contend with my decisions.
Then I met him.(typical huh) New to me though, I could finally be me, looking over my shoulders though(still thinking why that was so). He was probably not the best thing I could say ever happened to me, but he did show me that not all escapades are worth your salt.

"Do not be always willing to make the first move; even if you do, be sure the other is on the same page as you are"
Lesson one learnt, not easily though. Almost three years now and I now know this.(very much a slow learner with matters concerning emotions)


"Commitment really matters when the other requires your attention"
The key element is not to demand that someone commits to you but it is due you when the person wants your focus particularly on him or her. It's just that simple, or you're a means to an end.

My self out in the open

My story begins now. It's up to you to read and consider what I might possibly mean by the words I earnestly type.

Days before, my minutes got ruptured with thoughts that my inadequacies were faulted entirely mine. My thoughts changed exactly after reading, yes reading, what most of us do less each day. You might think you do read, at least your chats, but what if books that may affect your daily routines.

My story begins on this space with just when I thought I was old enough to make my own decisions.