💬 .“The way I walk now you'd have a hard time recognizing me,on these streets where l once imagined walking with you.Hand in hand,like we always did,and it never mattered where we were going because it was all just fine.I was always fine.But they rest restlessly in my pockets now,in a new town,on these new streets,and it's heavy to stay standing for my body is half the size when you're gone and these buildings are tall and old and beautiful and I wonder what secrets they hold.How to stand so proud after so many years because I'm still young but I feel worn and l get through the days on too much caffeine and mood altering chemicals to stay awake long enough to make the poetry come alive.I fall asleep on the floor with the music still playing when my neighbour leaves for the office and I'm jealous.I
."-Charlotte Eriksson
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