Adrian Njoto

Ce n’est plus un secret, ça n’a jamais été un.


A fool is merely a fool,

but is still human, nonetheless.

He walks, eats, drinks, and goes about his day like anyone does.

Though, he writes like no one else does.

Pouring his thoughts, stacking words, casting shadows.

He wears his heart on his sleeves, he said once,

whilst hiding his tokens.

A creature who is woven by contradictions.

“One day the sky will turn blood-red,” I muttered.

“But the blue might still be there,” To which he responded.