I think that sometimes we forget
That we aren’t meant to be anywhere.
That our lives don’t have deadlines or regulations.
That at this very moment,
We are formulating and experiencing our own distinct journeys.
Journeys that aren’t regulated or paralleled by pre-conceived expectations
But by our own doing.
Exactly when we need to.
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Photograph by Quino Al
It’s in the little things
Like long
naps and
letting words
find their own silence
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Photograph: Sherry Zhu
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Pulling apart layers of obscurity
/
Searching for semblances of sanity
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Photograph: Abi Lewis
You came through
dormant minds
that gave way
to realities
nonexistent
In the existence
of everything
we weren’t
And you stared
through beating hearts
that played out to spurts
of light
amongst eternities
of darkness
And I played out to
7.17 AM
–
Morning
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Photograph: Allef Vinicius
Maybe we tell
ourselves we’re
letting go
So the fibres
on the ropes
burn a little less
And maybe sometimes
they do
But the scars stay
Always.
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Photograph by Stijn Swinnen
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