I feel nostalgic
I miss the void
The days I was in my mother’s womb
Waiting to bloom.
Enveloped in the velvet cocoon I called home
Home, the place I long to be
Sometimes I wish I never left my mother’s womb
Where I was safe and away from this treacherous place we call earth.
Underneath her skin there was a human
A human with a purpose
And as I walk this earth I am still yet to figure that out.
And so I miss the void.
A place where darkness prevailed but light transcended.
A place where right and wrong had no chance, couldn’t take a stance,
I feel nostalgic.
– Yemi Otukoya