Hey, you, see:
upon all that there is
under the scintillating visage of stars,
you've chosen to come
find a simplistic solace in the depth
of these words.

I must wordily congratulate you on that occasion!
I know it is not an easy task to commit your precious time reading this.

All like you,
I, too, am a human being who,
for instance,
understands someone’s feelings
& interprets them with sympathy.

Far away from the noises of the city that rarely closes its eyes or poses its head to rest on its bed,
far away from its stressful days and nights,
far away from its hurdles, tussles and claxons,
go cool yourself down with the might of fresh waters.

Pose. Breathe deeply. Sit, calmly, all alone.
But don’t be a loner.

Distance, as much as you can,
yourself from engaging in long-lasting hours
of unproductive-reflective activities.

If reflecting unproductively is not a solution
to that thing which continues to colonize a larger portion of your subconscious mind's countryside,
then, dear brethren,
for your own goodness,
do it not.
Let it go. Forget about it.

If an act of reflection can't make you,
chances are that it can mar you.

Instead of the latter, move. Move on.

Author of Les Larmes d'une Plume Esseulée, Adamu is a multilingual speaker & an emerging poet-writer. He's passionate about journalism & literature.