4:20 AM..

Overdosed on thoughts of you, my favourite drug, my imagination a museum with different paintings of you, mere memories of moments we lived and moments to come that seem like they never will. So I paint a future without faces in spaces that confuse the outsider, this is my museum a ceiling filled with murals of my dreams. An aquarium of wonder, where I wonder and yet I feel lost but I’m right at home.

I wrote a book on the walls in one room, a simple tale about people, about life, about smiles, about tears and how every drop takes with it a piece of you cause you know each one is a way to remind you about who you really are, a soul looking for solitude in a vacuum of a world filled with beautiful beings looking for castles made of sand cause when the flood comes we’ll finally learn to swim in the ocean and go back on evolution cause God wants us to start over. But then again I wasn’t sent here to paint the world, I was sent to live here, to experience a Godlike vision to understand God and his message to us not to be divided but remember that inside we’re all the same colour and that’s the only thing we truly have in common.

Look at the walls, do you see that we slipped somewhere, I have many questions for you, but mostly one, I know happy days are not far away though I miss that one special day in winter when you would shine like a snowflake and yet these memories only come to me in summer time, my favourite season though I’ve been living through a monsoon half the time. I wrote a story of a little boy on the floor I never read it cause I rarely look down, this little boy with a mind filled with pieces of concrete lying flat all over, mere blank canvases waiting for him to pick up his pen and write a story about an adult who just told you a story about what came to his mind when he listens to the world as it sleeps, different sounds as the nocturnal come out to play and yet he wasn’t invited to the party, he’s not a vigilante, he’s just a man, a man who built the walls and painted the walls of the museum for the little boy that was dreaming at 4:20 AM.

Jason Mfula II

Everything…

Positive vibes, we crave them like a drug simply cause we made the world believe smiling is a strange thing to do and something has to be going on, what happened to being genuinely happy to see someone happy? We tear each other down for what? An imaginary crown you to wear on an imaginary throne? If that’s how small your mind is you need to get it out of your behind and look at the picture that little dash between your birthday and death day is painted.

We were given wings and told each other not to fly. You taught me to pick up a sword to fight for everything even when there was no reason to, you told me to pray, you told me to forgive, you told me there’s always a way to remember my crown simply by looking into my mirror, in the reflection of the eyes that look at me and see what they believe I am, some see a happy man, a lost man, an angry child, a depressed teenager, a lost soul afraid to sleep for fear of not waking up tomorrow simply cause his name is written in both books, like everyone else. You choose how your story ends.

This is life we only get one crack at it. ONE!

Look at the stars, the spell all our names as we walk around with our heads down zombiefied caught up in a matrix lost and looking at each other through filtered vision where a picture says a thousand words but everyone has their own perception of what they see.

A world filled with Throwbacks, Bae’s, Beers and Cars. People walking around with open scars trying to find someone to stitch them up just so they could break them down, making the next person see nothing but a broken soul looking for sanctuary in lonely arms, the cycle continues simply cause everyone thinks they know how to ride. Not this trip the world is too far gone to be brought back, we’re bringing in new lives to continue our legacy, you have to teach that little person being mean to girls you like is not the way son, teach your daughter if a boy is mean to you, walk away and you’ll never get your heart broken, my daughter take my words with you.

Positive vibes, it’s what we want, love, laughter, let’s talk about love for a second love, we all want it and don’t know what it is exactly cause different poets and writers have said what they feel it is, so maybe I’d like to join this group, Love is something you do, something’s you feel, it’s that moment you open your eyes in the morning, say your morning prayers and say your thank yous, it’s getting to be around friends and family, sharing borrowed time, laughing and cheering each other on, it’s meeting someone who you feel you don’t want go another day without speaking to that one person doesn’t matter what you’re talking about just having them there is simply enough for you both. It’s knowing forever only comes once and some people you lose will never be replaced.

So what is love you ask?

LOVE IS SIMPLY EVERYTHING.

Jason Mfula II