I want to keep thinking about how parallel we are in all aspects every single day. Like how I would make a cup of coffee in the morning and you're just waking up; I'm in a bookstore and you're outside taking your dog for a walk; as I'm riding the bus, you were cycling next to our lane; how we picked different lunches yet ate at the same time; how we both laughed yet for different reasons; I'm running for home while you were running for a late night hangout; I sit in my room to write stories and you're sharing stories with the others over drinks; I sigh in relief and you blow your smoke; how we were both in the same town, yet in a different street. As though the world is too big for us to bump into each other. I want to keep thinking how close we are—how parallel we are—yet not close enough to cross paths.
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See You On The Other Side
Poetry"Isn't it awful to find love at such a young age and be robbed of it for the rest of your life?" This is a collection of poetry and prose dedicated to every person who couldn't find a way to move forward from their past. To every person who loved so...
