it is these moments making life worth living.
exhibitions of an artist your friend loves,
dancing to your songs with them in the evening,
feeling full of joy and passion,
finding a path for your ambition.
all emotions coming from an exhibition you had no intention of attending,
saying yes and finding yourself on the verge of tears,
because you're in Paris yapping about art with your new friends
waking up with them and forgetting your home life
forgetting the cold, the tense, the sad
feta on bread, laughter at the table, there's none at your place
just watching a movie, tipsy in the blankies
you try to listen but fall asleep halfway
it's okay their warmth is there anyway
it is the walk home listening to songs of Bristol
reminiscing on a youth that they stole
from you but that you've been living now since 22
24 is the age i was born
for once in my life i feel on board
is it the music, the art, the dreaming?
the love, the passion, the learning?
i yearn for moments i'm experiencing
looking back on the past with old friends while packing
some left, some harmed us, some are nowhere
i wouldn't change a thing because i got there
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Diary of any soul
PoetryIf you're the weird child who was forced out of the box by the people who fitted inside, If you're constantly fetichised, objectified, used, abused but never loved and seen, If you feel like no place is your safe place, If you're the eldest sister w...
