Jesse Ojuka

Open the rainbow. Sweet lips. A singular ice cube. Perch. Ah, now is the sugar of life. Pure nutrition. It is a gift. Hey, how do you feel to be alive, jive. Slow down monk. Everything is almost ancient. My 2025 journal arrived today and it feels like home. If you can’t see magic and I can, what does that make you. Blue. My hair wants to make knots. My thoughts already did. I’m trying to untangle them both.