Young Writers Project

I was so quiet then, 

standing all alone against the concrete wall 

in ill fitting jeans

with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair. 

I listened instead of speaking

There is a language 
spoken only in half-glances, 
in the weight of a pause 
just before someone smiles. 

Life is

meant to be lived

Fully and completely.

You need to commit.

Fully.

You aren’t meant to dip one toe in from the edge

You’re meant to dive in 

with no hesitation

no “what ifs”.