Until Goddess deems me worthy of a next time.
Paradise now resides in the precincts of my memories.
I have left civilization, only to arrive in Paris.
Where warmth is replaced by cold and darkness.
Natural sunlight is substituted with garish colors, chrome and fluorescent lighting.
I am now back in the cauldron of madness.
Fueled by the continuous feast of the fruits, ravenously harvested from The Motherland.
In route to Sodom and Gomorrah, I spend time thinking and waiting for my connection.
Thank you Cameroon, my experience was divine.