Dar es Salaam, Nov. 8 -- Time clocking, days passing, Where will I find you? I have searched for days, Hours, I havent been able to locate you.

My ribs feel like glass catching the light just before they shatter, The silence in this room has a weight that bruises, I am calling into an empty canyon, catching nothing but the thinning ghost of my own voice.

I am tracing old maps of a city that burned down, I am losing hope. I am breaking, caught off breath. I slowly bruise my knees longing for you my missed one.

Is it love, or is it loneliness that breaks my heart in two? I wander through the space and ask, when will I see you?

Should I ascend into the sky, past stars that softly gleam, To find your missing pieces and rebuild a broken dr...