Feeling some typa way and decided to live blog on twitter.
The result…
Stifled.
The restlessness is back.
I do not want to be in this place.
I do not want to be here any longer.
The stagnation is apparent.
The ceiling needs to be broken.
The rafters need to make way for the skies.
The smell of freedom wafts past my window.
I cannot perceive it, yet I know it is there.
I can see the scent. I can feel it. Taste it even.
Yet I have no idea how it smells.
Break the glass.
Breathe.
Live.
nostalgic words of future me 
Hello Tokunbo,
Welcome back!
May restlessness continue to plague your mind every now and then, so that you may tap your creative juices and get drunk on them 🙂
Your poem perfectly captured how I felt last week. The restlessness “gingered” me, I can almost taste my dreams now.
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Hmmh… I can feel the restless from your writing and I am glad it’s there, the only way to make progress is from discontent of the status quo so break the glass, breath, worst case, you’ll have a few bruises but at least you would have broken free. Good luck!
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Live you shall
In no time…
In His time…
The air will be fresh again,
the grass will regain its green,
your face will experience its smile
and live you shall.
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Restless is good 🙂
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Restlessness is a good thing, means its time for a change. I pray for you, the wisdom to make the right choice(s) and patience to wait while God works. (in His time, He makes ALL things beautiful)
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how i feel basically. beautifully descriptive, love it
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