acting in a forgotten play
My life is a play whose writer has forgotten their motivation. The lines of the script are blurred, somewhat resembling the bricks on the wall I sit beside now.
My life is a play whose writer has forgotten their motivation. The lines of the script are blurred, somewhat resembling the bricks on the wall I sit beside now.
I write this now, in loving memory of a man who has not yet left us.
I missed my bus today. There I was at the stop, on main street; I had a croissant—chocolate—and I had my bag and I had a plan which consisted of getting on the bus, sitting down, and getting off at my stop.
The past
Full of mishaps
Full of mistakes
Full of mess ups
Full of errors
Contradictory
We should learn about
All the things we did wrong
So we can get better
But some people
there is a hand squeezing my heart
tight slow like it knows every part of me
holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind
the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes
it does not let go
sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath
a quiet hope wrapped in fabric
that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud
it’s the way light moves when i twirl
the way i feel seen without saying a word
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon
she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper
light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try
but still somehow gets it right
clear glasses catching the light
the lights hit first
hot and white and blinding
a wall of brightness straight into my eyes
so strong i can’t see their faces
just outlines
shadows beyond the edge of the stage
and somehow
it was my hoodie
old and wrinkled
stuffed in the back of my locker
half folded half forgotten
like most of my things
the halls grow quieter each day
pages of notebooks thin with time
final bells echo softer than the first
the clock moves forward
but i feel still for a moment
caught between what was
and what waits
Break down the border
and join by the hand.
You want to join us
and we understand.