You ever hear of a person being a gold paving? A glitter ball in himself; spinning life unto those around? Here, I am. The wheel turning along the gold paving. An addict to the flakes of glitter of this person. Him. My direction, my anchor, my single belief. ‘Insanity’, you conclude. Too fast to judge, aren’t we? But it is my tale. The secret I learned to weave into something beautiful. All I’ve accepted to deserve. Bosom [...]

