Overview

Having sleepless nights and waking up early if by any chance Insomnia also slept. And all I get to do is look for my phone, not remembering where I left it at before I woke up to this, (I slept of course). My phone is always on the floor when not under the pillow. So today it happened that it was on the floor because I slept off stalking this girl I met on Instagram. And wanting to get into her DM and tell her of what I am seeing through my eyes, that, I wish she could see herself through my eyes and see the piece of art she is, well. Good morning...

But then she is not that type of person I would want to be with, no, I am not the type she would want to be with. But I am tall. I am dark, like 6:30 in the evening, some say 3 a.m. well point is that I am dark and handsome... Am I? Well that's for her to decide.

At some point I really feel so bad that I am not with her. She lives in Roselyne estates, well guarded definitely. And my poor being has been brought up in Githurai. I have known matatus as the only means of transport. I can't even talk about her here.

It happens that she is the life I want to be. Waking up in the morning, with less than a dollar in my account and scrolling on the properties in Roselyne Estate and telling myself that this or that is really good. We all have dreams, and it doesn't seem to me that I will wake up soon, but I want to wake up in the well guarded estates and my bank accounts betray me all the time.

I want to be with her so bad that I am already seeing her in my arms. Beholding her beautiful being. I know of a place where I would take her for a nature walk. The cheap thrills I am used to, would she even love them?

We would walk in the rain, holding each other's hand. I would cover her, give her my hoodie so she wouldn't catch cold

I wish I would take her out on a date, I thought, or maybe a dance. Or maybe walk her home to her mother. But I am shy and I don't really talk to girls that much. I am not so good with girls after all.

This morning I woke up to stalking her again. I promise it would be the very last time. It was her engagement party. Last time, it really was.

WRITER: Lynne