i love mostly everyone
The city squeezes me
The city wants me to burst, exploding in my fears and ambitions
my name sounds beautiful when you say it
and not like the ugly collection letters in foreign sounds that it actually is
i want to write my name in the sky in the feeling you give me when you say it
is the crux of life about change? change to become a “better person”, to adapt to new situations?
what are we doing if we’re not changing?
is no change synonymous with stagnation? i wish we had a word for the opposite of change…
to you: my star
we see the same stars,
and our timelines have intertwined for us to have met.
I was naive to think it couldn’t happen to me.
I thought I was too smart to be coerced into something I didn’t want to do. I thought I was brave with a backbone of durable steel, what man could harm me? I boasted my education, I understood consent.