Lost

Lost

Lost by Adaobi Rachel

I lost contact with the world
Sober, remorseful
They speak more
More info about magic
The G in your magic
But it’s not entirely more than I can bear
Because realistically, I think I understand.

I need inner symphony, intense orchestra
Am watching the first movie
Fast forward, the hundredth
Lost in thoughts
The quiet journey.

I lose connection with the world
Am coming up
Put me back to where I stand
I scratch my nose and buttocks
Bad habit

My name is so and so
What do you want?
Erm, I think am the next Drew Barrymore
Laughter. He doesn’t understand.
Merely imaginative playing images.
Who be that?
It’s me.
Sad.
I need cowries.

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