you will get a taste of a world you did not know existed through someone else's eyes. you will fall in love with sunsets over cities and loneliness sewn to your sheets that melts into equilibrium overnight. foreign food will taste like home and the the roof you have lived beneath for seventeen years will leak rain. your dreams will sculpt your reality as you keep feeding your inner child. you will be able to say i love you in ten different languages and show it in a thousand without using your tongue.
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and there will always be something beautiful to wake up to: the sun painting the sky light, a half-full box of chocolate rice cubes in the fridge, a good morning message blinking on your phone screen. you will look happy and free in frozen moments taken with your handheld camera. moonlight smiles and blurry hands; a whiff of your younger self in the way you wrinkle your nose. you will stop lowering your eyes and slouching your shoulders, but stand with your chin lifted. forgotten by your name but remembered by your lullaby voice. and you will be able to recall the colours of those who reflected the rainbow in the way they purely were; effortlessly spreading light.
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fear not, for everything that matters will be recalled one day again. you will not forget. what you cherish will always stay in you, like a grain of light buried in the vault of your heart. your dreams will whisper you awake when you have been sleepwalking for too long. as the softest wind that sends shivers across the spine of mountains and ripples on your skin, as a tendril of a long-dissipated sunset that flutters in blackness. you will be able to find yourself again, no matter how many times you get lost. you will be able to remember. to return to wherever you wanted to be once more. i promise. love will always find its way back to you.
6.8.18
- london
