What would you sacrifice to experience paradise?
Me?
I gave flesh.
Little bugs that live in the sand and probably on a dog named Scorpion, who habitually licks my face, here in the western region of Ghana, in a remote surf town called Busua, are at this very moment, feasting on me like locusts preceding a prophecy.
They’ve invisibly initiated a coordinated offensive toward my torso.
Last night I lathered myself in hand sanitizer, and hydrogen peroxide.
Like a fucking crazy person.
I smell like vinegar.
The momentary burning on all he little bumps was a brief respite from the most intense call to itch I’ve ever experienced.
WHAT ARE YOU!!
SHOW YOURSELF!
COWARDS!
I’m infected by cowards.
Despite looking like a three year old put small red stickers all over my naked body, my spirits are high.
I danced in low tide ocean as the full moon basked me in beautiful moonlight.
The stars ever watching, danced for me.
Powering me to a degree where my brain broke and out poured questions that heaved my essence to a pillar above the one I’ve been standing on for a great many years.
I grew.
So to speak.
When I love myself unconditionally, I tend to fall in love with others.
An other.
A beautiful other.
But my attention is on the worms, and how their magically making me look like the Crypt keeper.
Earth Bobby 