2023.12. I BECAME EVERYTHING I SAW

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I'm thinking back to the time we became friends.

 

I could see every glove that had been dropped, that had been dropped on the way to school, every tear, every hair tie, every piece of furniture left in the basement, every mountain of trash, every fish. 

 

When will we understand that all we ever needed, was there, was here, from the very start?

 

Every home, every hug. 

 

We so often live in the illusion of love, the light smile on your face satisfies me. Keep it. 

 

The clear hierarchies between the genders,  a line not to go over, or question. They have another source, they are driven by hard times, injustices, pain and a wish for relief from that pain. 

 

Nothing will happen, ever again. 

Don't fuck it up. 

 

One person alone is not meant to see the whole world. That's why they told me to never fly this high