Moriah Osuji
Stories (4/0)
The Night Under Street Lamp Lights.
I heard a change in your voice. There is something so powerful in who you are once you've reached clarity. You are bright but not blinding. When you've finally removed the obstacles you've placed in your own way. How You step so light and each move you make has a grace all its own. Did time slow down as you floated around the front of the taxi? I wonder now If you even knew how nervous I was. How my mind scrambled and my hands trembled gently as I could hear my heart beating in my own ears. Why was I nervous like I'd never met you? Frozen As the taxi's lights drifted till the sound of its wheels blended with the rest of the city's song. I looked at you under the street lamp lights. At that moment I thought I was in the presence of a stranger but a stranger that I have only met in dreams. The one I know so well, am held so safe, loved bigger, harder, and deeper than any love that exists in the universe. Someone that sees me in and out knowing me better than I know or see myself.
By Moriah Osuji3 years ago in Poets
Tug Of War
This place decked from end to end to look and feel cozy. This place is supposed to be our own little sanctuary of peace. It wears its disguise well. It is inviting and comfortable. No matter how far you stray no matter how unfamiliar; it will feel like home to anybody. But it's a lie.
By Moriah Osuji3 years ago in Poets
LoveBurned
The inevitable will always be the down of the guard. It's the moment you think trust is being rebuilt, the moment severed strings of your connections feel like they fuse back together seamlessly, the moment your love for them seems boundless again... the inevitable... creeps back.
By Moriah Osuji3 years ago in Humans