The Happening

I turned the corner, and there you stood a silhouette I knew too well. That figure of trouble, that flicker of flame, a ghost my stubborn eyes refused to name. So I walked straight ahead, baggage in hand, heart like a fortress built on sand. But your heat licked the edges of my resolve, a wildfire no distance could absolve. Deep down, the cracks already spread, spellbound, I crumbled—but still, I fled. Stuck in old stories, ink turned to dust, praying the next chapter would bury the past. Yet dawn delays, as dawns often do, while Dulcinea’s caprice pulls me back to you. What’s left but surrender? To loosen my grip, to stumble, to fall, to let the universe script. this dance of embers, this reckless release resistance is friction, but surrender is peace. So here’s to the leap, to the unknown call, to the Happening that unravels it all. Let the flames lick, let the old bonds sever, the greatest adventures begin with never and ever. Watch now, as fate takes the pen from my hand The best stories burn before they stand. Abso Nzaramundi