Jesse Ojuka

The furnace flames frown.
The bottle empties its fuel.
I write this anew.
A search for something amiss all month.
The formula. Go back to square one.
Another wall I face now before I take another step up the stairs. Resistance.
Revisit your systems.
Inhale your purpose again.
Talk to your purpose, wipe the fog from your mind.
Read, track everything, be honest, and face the facts of what you are.
Be present, tomorrow can’t save you.
Soak into the present.
Nail your mind onto the present—growth pains.
I smile. I will never fucking stop.
God has blessed you tremendously.
With the formula.