We all
go through that phase -
That phase
where we question everything.
Will they like it?
Does it look good?
Am I good enough?
Is it worth it?
Is this really the last time?
Do I want to go to the party?
What about school?
Am I good enough?
And when the phase
is almost over –
On that last point –
Breaking point.
You ask
yourself –
Where did I go?
What happened to
me?
What happened to who
I used to be?
What happens now?
And then you stop asking -
and start answering.
{ October 2015 }

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Black And White
PoetrySeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.