Between Zürich, Switzerland and London, England, Deji Dipeolu writes essays and poetry about life, business and art.

Ache

I wish it was easier;

I would be so much happier if you were here

And we could do the everyday things lovers do, everyday

But you're not here, and it's not easy   

Every sense I have screams at me to pack it in, to find another road

But I'd rather dig to the earth's core, with my fingers for a gem than sift pebbles from the sand  

So I will continue to reach, and I will continue to ache  

respect

The lie