Bilita Mpash

The Best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw the clouds. The people who believe in you so much that you start to believe in you. The people who love you, for simply being you. The once in the lifetime kind of people.

Bilita Mpash is a word in Buntu which means: An amazing, pleasant dream and not just good dream. It’s the opposite of the worst nightmare.
I’ve always lived in two worlds: the reality, that is, my life or in other words the worst nightmare and Bilita Mpash.

You know who’s given me that beautiful life?/ A new reason to stay alive, stay passionate and happy? My best friend.
The word “Best Friend” is so overused that it has lost its real meaning. But not for us. Call him my best friend or call him my boyfriend, it doesn’t really matter because he’s played all those roles. He’s quiet and doesn’t know what to say most of the time but his actions spoke to me. And that’s much better than all those people out there who just know what to “say” and not what to “do.”
He would never tell me what’s wrong with him. Never ever. But would always stay concerned about what’s going on with me. Jeez, I mean..are you some kind of angel?
We don’t even know what’s it called, the thing that we have..but whatever it is, a mixture of true friendship and love..the best experience one could ever have. I may have a thousands of crushes but in the end it’s only him whom I love.
I know it’s nothing..
I know we are nothing.
I know that there’s really….nothing.
But I just want to say that all of these nothings have meant more to me than so many “Somethings.”

Happy Birthday to the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Happy Birthday to the person who’s given me my own Bilita Mpash.
Happy Birthday to the person who’s given me my own little infinity and I can’t tell him how thankful I am for that.

“Even the best fall down sometimes,
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.
Out of the doubt that crossed my mind,
I somehow find you and I…collide.”
Everything about him is so fucking beautiful. Happy Birthday to him, again.

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Love and stuff

“..’cause it’s too fragile and if you don’t feel the same way, I’m screwed.” I laughed.
“Those three words, are said too much, they’re not enough.” She sang.
“So…I do love you. See, not three words.” I confessed.
She just looked at me with the most stunning eyes on the face of the earth. Sun shining on her gorgeous face, turning her eyes from hazel to golden. That look of hers…just kills me.
“Babe, you look magestic. Maybe because I’m high or maybe because you actually are. Nahhh, you actually are. You’re magestic.” I said, stroking her soft hair.
“Best thing anyone’s ever called me, you know?” She blushed.
“Then they’re blind.” I replied. 


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Different Kind Of Difficult


And God. She. Was. Difficult. Not in the kind of way girls are difficult and you’re tempted to make them fall in love with you and after the job is done, you lose interest. But a different kind of difficult.
   The kind of difficult that made you want her and once you’ve had her, you want more of her and more and more and more. You just don’t get tired of wanting her. She’ll just drive you crazy and even when you have her, you don’t want to completely succumb to the feeling that she’s yours. You’ll still want her and you’ll drown in her desire.



Somewhere between the moon and you,
I fought the chill of the cold hard truth.

I began to let my fire burn,
While you couldn’t wait for your turn. 

I, then became the sea, 
you, a drop’s philosophy. 

Your voice so tender, 
I begin to surrender. 

I dance in the midst of this fight,
You are forced to behold my worsening plight.

As the veils fall one by one, 
a hundred hidden secrets dwindle to none.