Abstractly Sydney: September 2016

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

I remember that when it happened it reminded me

of the time when I swallowed a mouthful of sea water.

It left a bitterness that coated my tongue.

It made my eyes water and my head spin.

I remember wondering how this could happen with you,

the person that made me feel like I could float on clouds, walk on water, move mountains.

I remember feeling as if I was drowning when I felt I should be flying.

Why did it have to be you?

Monday, September 5, 2016

A Longing:

Some nights I’m happy

Most nights I’m not

I dream of fairy lights illuminating

an apartment on a busy street in

London, or Paris, or Munich, or Dublin.

I dream of a boy who wraps his body around mine.

I dream of hot tea on rainy afternoons.

I dream of writing, and of painting, and of loving.

I dream of a life I know I can’t have.

I dream of color when my world feels black and white.

I dream of a vivid life, when mine feels like it is just fading.

I dream.

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