"Every good story has an end " [except perhaps God but God is not a story ]so I've been told and I've found it to be fact. Personally each time I open a damn good novel and eat of the last pages, I'm usually afraid. I don't want a good story to end, perhaps it's just my selfishness finding expressions. We all have the stories we do not want to end, some of us dream about our childhood experiences, the colorful memories lure us with desires such that we would reiterate the delightful thoughts of finding ourselves in the body of a five year old.
Many still dream of some past in the color of a glorious future, the grad day still thrills, the wedding is still colorful, others like me want to experience the untameable and unforgettable thrill of that first kiss again, we try to imagine how sweet it was when our first love was truly ours, Just before the heartbreak took innocence. Sometimes we're being unrealistic. Every good stories end oftentimes beyond the control of our sincere desires to keep them alive.
"May what is dead never die"
I am someone that often appears to the world as holy and perfect and indeed I am However I found a family where I could fearlessly open up how I feel weird occassionaly I could say that my erections draws me towards the girl child every sleepless night that demon in my blood awakes me. And I have no fears but only committed response of all my beautiful dears in the family. I share my bad thoughts and desires and we laughed it off.
However there were twists and turns. How could I have known, that the family of my love: the tallness of my desire, the depth of my care, the strength of my erection will fail right before a maidenhead of misunderstanding one unbelievable night on the bed of cowardice.
We all have the demons that scares us. We all know what makes us flutter in the dark corridors of our minds. There's a spotlight on how we weep like babies and hide it like men.
I do not write to tell you of my tears. At home I may not receive any pay anymore. I've got to work to eat but it's no big deal or maybe I'm about to give in to the pressure of temptations all around but never mind. We don't really need each other. My essay is to thank the silence of the silent ones, to applaud the game of the players and the commend the fall of the pawn. Above all my story is a thankful letter on a note of distress for every member of the Potters family. Thanks for the bitter sweet taste of the ending of this beautiful story on my tongue.
Thank you Potters{We write, we mould, we inspire, lastly - we make an historical move - we destroy }
©Ganiyu Taofeek
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