I was born August head first and named Folake which means kept with Joy.
They say ‘a little white lie never hurts nobody’ yet every time I tell people I am 5 feet 2 inches, they denounce my stature as my little white lie.
I am what you call a catastrophic thinker; I always imagine the worst but hope for the best.
I don’t know how to swim.
I am no good at confrontation.
One of my worst fears is drowning.
People tell me I tell jokes wrong or my jokes aren’t really funny yet they laugh.
I don’t like hugs.
The thought of someone getting close enough to hear me breath scares me.
Frankly if you hug right now, I will probably hold my breath long enough for to plan escape.
I can only hold my breath for less than a minute.
Show me your friends and I will tell you who you are.
The thought of falling deep in love scares me.
I always wonder what my presence feels like.
Do I make you sing for days or simply tarnish your good parts?
I sometimes find myself letting out a prayer of words, wishing I had caught them before they fly
Sometimes I forget how to sleep.
I whisper words into existence.
I am easily scared.
I am frightened of the day I die, and these words are trapped before they are turned into a symphony you would want to listen to.
Sometimes I wonder what my presence feels like because people tell me my jokes aren’t really funny yet they laugh.