The Rumour

We go through fire to be able to understand how to bum so we rise sometimes. Kedibonye had the most unspeakeable moments of her life, that made the Georges Ville question if such could exist in a small town like this.

This was just the beginning, yet a thousand thoughts were left in villagers minds. But withheld by the pain I had, I could only resemble and go through them. An island it’s better, I was a loner in words who spoke little though uplifted but the freedom of writing. The Dawn could be named after me, for I lived in grief of lost words and a hope I only dreamt to see in the wilderness when they fell. Even a lane of lonely words explained nothing but the void in me searched.