falling glitter
I wish I knew how you could know, at so young an age,
what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.
I am curious.
An art school. Learning to see beauty (and the reverse) at 12. An ear trained to listen, the eyes taught to see, and an identity forged in such company.
At 12, I had already fallen in love with words. At 16, photography opened my eyes, at 17, I attempted to dance terribly (and succeeded brilliantly) on the brightly lit grounds of the UCC stage. At 18, I chose where I wanted to be for the next four years.
If I had your choices, I believe I would have stuck to mine, but still, I am curious.
Cool menthol mint on my face before the water washes away the foam and I felt awake again. Got to thinking of people and places and locker spaces.
Our paths will diverge, and maybe for once I smiled at that, because I think perhaps one day we'd meet again and maybe we'd form a real company together after growing up. Because don't you see don't you see we're all still such kids in adult clothes even if we see through old peoples' eyes and think with cynical minds.
For the few moments when we still walk on the same path, thank you.
what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.
I am curious.
An art school. Learning to see beauty (and the reverse) at 12. An ear trained to listen, the eyes taught to see, and an identity forged in such company.
At 12, I had already fallen in love with words. At 16, photography opened my eyes, at 17, I attempted to dance terribly (and succeeded brilliantly) on the brightly lit grounds of the UCC stage. At 18, I chose where I wanted to be for the next four years.
If I had your choices, I believe I would have stuck to mine, but still, I am curious.
Cool menthol mint on my face before the water washes away the foam and I felt awake again. Got to thinking of people and places and locker spaces.
Our paths will diverge, and maybe for once I smiled at that, because I think perhaps one day we'd meet again and maybe we'd form a real company together after growing up. Because don't you see don't you see we're all still such kids in adult clothes even if we see through old peoples' eyes and think with cynical minds.
For the few moments when we still walk on the same path, thank you.