When teachers
Ask
Those stupid career questions
I just can't help
Rolling my eyes.
But really,
I do not know
What I want to be.
But who actually has a plan?
So many unexpected things
Happen
And surprises, good
And bad.
We have to take
These surprises as they
Come and learn to live
With them.
And that is all we do:
Try to fix
The tears and
Loose stitches in
This colourful patchwork.
What I do know,
For my future,
Is that I want to live by the ocean.
I want to feel the sand
Feel the tall grass
That leads to the beach
Feel the salty, sea air.
Feel the ocean.
I want to be able to look
Out of my window and
See the rain
Return to the sea.
I will have a shivery thought
Of everything
Returning home
Like the chords of a song.
Usually, pieces start on one chord
And end on the same chord
After journeying through
The music.
It's more satisfying to the ear.
It makes me realise that,
We all return home in the end.
My house by the ocean will be
My home and
I'll buy a boat
And when I go
Sailing on the great
Water,
I'll remember you.
(found un-posted, next to a letter box)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
أدب المراهقينBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
