I bet you don’t read Groovy Nights either. You don’t see freedom in its truest form when you groove at night. The night is that part of 24 hours, it is that part that makes you seek the meaning of life when you soul is rested from all. A few blunts could make you relax. You could take a stroll to see the world clearly, letting you calm your mind no matter the illusion that your thoughts create.

I am Voodoo, a part of David, your author. I want to take you through a tunnel, a passage that would lead you to somewhere you are not familiar with. I am overwhelmed with brighter thoughts. It is a strange land that I try to find myself in. I’d first like to present you with the art of my world in the first chapter. Let you get lost like I’ve been since David created me. I’d give you a short interlude, the moment I got dumped into a world of nowhere.

Voodoo meets aesthetics in a way that blurs all perspectives (Chapter 1).

Sometimes love comes in difficult places, when the least expected. A trip to the club will soothe your mind. Then you see a beautiful girl dressed in noir. Her face resembles the moon, and her color is the paintings of the night. She has golden eyes, and when she widens them, it is something your heart clenches onto. She does smile once in a while. She’s shy, you can tell. She always draws a fake smile whenever she is approached by a gentleman. They say beauty brings boldness, but not in her case, at least for now. She wants the conversation to end and feels embarrassed about the whole situation. I was standing from afar, and I could tell how beautiful she was. Her beauty made me distracted for a while. I glanced instinctively once in a while, then I took a sip from my glass, put my other hand inside my pocket, and tried my best to look pretty.

It’s a groovy night… There is something about me that I am still finding it hard to understand… What’s the deal with me? What’s me when she smiles back at me? I am talking about the girl seated. I can be someone you are never supposed to be with. I could carry a dagger that is meant for your throat. I could persuade you to sin all night until you are awakened by the light. Then you will know what you have done. But you don’t care and you smile back at me.

I am not thinking straight, so I will just walk to where you are seated, and order two shots of vodka from the barman. I’d let the vodka dance around my head and arrange my thoughts, I can’t seem to make it happen at the moment in my true self.

“That’s a lot for a man to drink to be able to handle me.” She stared at me while she sipped on her cocktail.

I know where this is going, but I am not afraid. I can just smile at her for a while, then thump on my phone. But I might go home a sad man, with a weakened “Self Esteem”

“I just feel like going through the night. There is a lot on my mind.” I said 

“But you look fine.” She replied

“Well, you have your own problems too.”

“Tell me about it.”

I chuckled, then

“Well, I wouldn’t know.”

She laughed for the first time. There is something you should know. The first time I set my vision on the finest portrait was when I saw my mother draw a smile on her face. Her laugh was a charm. The alcohol did a beat to remove my mind’s worries. The lady’s laugh said a lot. For now, it broke loose the trauma that has been tethered for so long in my mind. My trauma still crept back when I was alone some time ago.

When the groove is missing (interlude)

I am voodoo. A lot of bees with hefty rocks have barged through my mind. I had seen the discomfort that the pain had always been talking about. How swords cut through the innocent, all in the name of existence.

Tell me something, Author… Why do I wander through the oceans as an eagle looking for chickens to hunt? Why does everything I see have aesthetics, even when I’m caged in a foreign land?

I bleed thinking all the time… then you come and harvest my blood for your creation. You paint the sky with blue, the grass with green, but my soul with grey.

Tell me something… This is my pain. My fuel is your robot, your slave… or whatever gives you the desire you’re always looking for.

Distorted thoughts (the final chapter)

Groovily

I can see the confusion in your eyes… I’m pondering what to do next. Should I force my way through, like a trailer crashing into a rock? Should I do it gently? It’s like showers pouring water on my body…

As I penetrate, you hit my chest… Then you say I shouldn’t stop. Then I’d force it inside. My eyes widened… We are looking deep into our eyes… Then it’s gently. A stroke once in a while, You can’t even moan… It’s just hot air gliding out of your mouth…

The next day, you come We are not strangers anymore… I’ve learnt a lot from watching pornos. I studied styles and carefully jotted down the procedures… I know a lot about foreplay… How you can hold on to it till it parts the sea… Miracles are when fantasy becomes reality, like when you hold on tight to me in the sanctuary of love…

Firstly, I’d play those deep blues… Summer Walker, then Wizkid, and… just to feel my presence… Let me explain: the heat burns you like a volcanic eruption destroying a town…

 Secondly, I’d like to request your permission to use this as a card to walk through the gate.

Thirdly, I’d hold onto your hands and walk you to my bed. My heart is pounding with a powerful bass…You let out a smile. An innocent smile tainted by sin….

In conclusion

Can I tell you something while you enjoy this groovy night? Because I am human, some parts of me were broken, shattered, and scattered. I forgot how it was to be normal, so I recreated my parts newly, with my broken parts glued and taped. People came to watch me. Then you came so beautifully.

Would you believe me if I told you how beautiful the nights are when you stand below the moon? Would you hold on to that lie while you try to figure out the emotions you are feeling? Would that be a pillow when you day-dream about us in the future? I would believe all of that if you told me so.