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