In my darkest hours…

In that moment where nothing makes sense, that moment where all you hear is your heart beating…
I close my eyes and begin to imagine.
Wait, imagine or dream? I don’t really know the difference right now.

I see my casket lowered into the ground… When did I die?

In the lonely hour...

I was so alone... So I decided to talk a walk.

Everywhere was dark, it was about 10pm. I walked for 10 minutes and then I sat beside the road.

As I watch  the cars pass by... I wonder if the woman that will someday be my wife is inside one of them...

I also wonder if she is in this country... Is She in South Africa? Jamaica? America? China?, Togo? where?