I'm a restless soul and it's the curse and blessing of my life. I'm always happy but never satisfied, and sometimes it feels like it's eating me from the inside. I don't know what to do with myself because everything's brilliant and everything's way off from something that can't be identified.
It's exhausting, and a privilege. It's an oxymoron that's wildly alive.
And sometimes I meet with friends and I ask them the most inappropriate and intimate of questions that would be allowed in no ordinary social setting, and without batting an eyelid they look me in the eye and go "we're polar opposites, and exactly the same".
It's an oxymoron that's wildly alive.
From Uganda, until eternity, and with all my love.
