What happens on the bed, stays in bed.

What happens on the bed, stays on the bed.

Don’t tell them my pillow is a bit wet, not like dripping water, just mild sweat. 

Of course, I have been crying, but you can’t tell. 

The sacred place of love, or a place to be undone.

 The space I wonder about what I ever did to the world. I spend hours stealing glances at the white roof, some times, I wear my clothes inside out too, not like it matters, my bed gets me undone.

My blue note and my pink Bible, it stays somewhere around the top of the bed, my charger extends, I never have to go anywhere. This is where I am undone. I am still playing candy crush when the world has stopped, it helps me erase terrible thoughts. 

Sometimes, all I do is write. If you have noticed, I do not like the lights. 

So, I put efforts in to dimming the brightness of my device. Other times, I use a flash light, so I can see the wording of things I write. 

I try my glasses on to make me look fine. I put my wig with my brush over my head, if I ever did get an emergency video call. 

Some days, mostly at noon and midnight, I cry, I really do cry.  

Not to worry, I read a lot, I count the minutes as they pass by. 

Other days, when I am exhausted and undone, or when I feel excited and love, I go ahead and play me some worship songs, with my headset plugged in, I lose the world. 

I like to wear multi colored socks. I like to think of beautiful thoughts, I like myself a bag of candy, so that when my inside is empty, I reach out to it. 

Oh, then, I have my water flask, I get dehydrated really fast. 

When all of these are empty and my candy crush is loading its time, I log on to my classes and take some school time. 

I never let my laptop get on my bed, the last I tried, my screen almost needed repair.

My roommate has the habit of saying, “are you taking a nap”? 

In my grins, I usually would say, I am just relaxing my nerves.

What happens on the bed, stays on the bed. 

Sometimes, I stretch a lot and sit myself up to get some abs. 

This bed, I hate that I have to get on it through the stairs, but living up here, helps me put my life in repair. 

A lot happens on it bed. But I will never take my bed out there. 

Dear bed, You are my place of rest.🤍

Olu.

I have birthed lots of vision and killed lots of dream on my bed.