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One more day... here's a moment of sappiness just because I can.
June 4th 8:26 am
Here, where I
recycle paper
more often than I am
proud of myself,
I have danced irreverently
built cardboard homes,
battled, painted, cried
I have depended on
you to be proud for me.
In all the moments I remember
I have rarely been alone here
even in the most secret of hiding places.
Here, I have found new
words,
languages, loyalties.
I have treasured secrets,
told both lies and
truths. Here, I have become
myself, become
accustomed to
the singularity of your voices,
sweatshirts, shoes.
Here, I have loved
in spite of statistics,
and the truth.
Seven years I have lived here,
with the knowledge that art is the only way
to run away, without leaving home.
I keep myself here, in love
because I am more afraid to
walk away, than stay.
this moment, without you
is an incandescent cacophony.
June 4th 8:26 am
Here, where I
recycle paper
more often than I am
proud of myself,
I have danced irreverently
built cardboard homes,
battled, painted, cried
I have depended on
you to be proud for me.
In all the moments I remember
I have rarely been alone here
even in the most secret of hiding places.
Here, I have found new
words,
languages, loyalties.
I have treasured secrets,
told both lies and
truths. Here, I have become
myself, become
accustomed to
the singularity of your voices,
sweatshirts, shoes.
Here, I have loved
in spite of statistics,
and the truth.
Seven years I have lived here,
with the knowledge that art is the only way
to run away, without leaving home.
I keep myself here, in love
because I am more afraid to
walk away, than stay.
this moment, without you
is an incandescent cacophony.