I’m so frustrated at the moment. The reason is that I’m in love with a man who is always there for me when I need him. My subconscious mind is used to being left behind. So this new development is really frustratingly good for me.
I’m wondering how to love this new man of mine. How do I show someone love that actually loves me back? I show it. I could take all my clothes off and just sit there like a pansy. but at this stage I’m happy with my man.
I love every fibre in his being, every word he speaks.
I really resonate with the poetry by Rupi Kaur because she has so much wisdom. I think that some of her poetry, especially when she calls the city “filthy”.
The city is “filthy” because it’s not easy to go there. I’m not scared of the city life though.
Filth is such an interesting word. It’s defined as being dirty. I don’t want to be dirty. I literally want to be clean. Clean as a whistle.
That’s why I read short poems and love them. I love to read. There is only one man I will continue to love more than I love writing novels and that’s Mohammad.
I feel for Mohammad, because of all the hurt and prejudice that he faces on a day to day basis. He is constantly under scrutiny from his bosses and I can’t imagine a world without Mohammad.
Mohammad is my love,
When I spoke to my father, he showed little interest in my life, but Mohammad is kind and benevolent,
Loving and kind.
Mohammad is everything.
I am nothing.
That’s how love makes you feel. Relationships are brutal.