In the plains, in the plains of the everyday so much is at stake. Armored words and masked faces in a battle for worth with pressure built up, pressed and squeezed into muscle and blood, dreaming of release free from pain the breeze of a breath of relief, the steelyeyed archer stalks mark coldly struck dead in the heart of a bullseye aimed to protect unstained wide spaces and untamed prairies. For these wild horses in the plains of every day, so much is at stake
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 0:37
I would just say that I am I can really relate to this piece. And I just have this vision of playing this piece and putting on, like, war paint, getting ready to do battle with the day. Because, my God, sometimes it is such an effort and you have to be ready. So I'm putting on more paint to this piece and she cry