I think we’re always looking for it.
Because we think
that if we find it
we give ourselves
the chance
of finding ourselves.
Because we think
that if we find it
we can finally create
our own peace
from the pieces
that fell apart
;
But we cant really find it,
it finds us.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Chen YiChun
We stood on top
of counter tops
Dancing
To a backdrop
of pop
and hip hop
Before they came in
watching
in backdrops of silence
As if we were
some sort of science
they had a licence
to take apart.
As if we
we needed
to stay
in their silence
;
When that’s all we
ever
danced away from
,
in backdrops
of silence
and watching counter tops.
© Hudson Biko
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Rhythmic
I woke up to it
Threading itself
into threads
that barely held together
,
Staining the
stains
that only stayed
because they
could
barely fade away
,
Infringing itself
on the fringes
because they
could barely hold themselves together
;
Because I could barely hold myself together.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Benjamin Combs
The clock tick-tocks in backdrops we call time. Each hands’ progression emphasizing the consummation of seconds, minutes or hours. Hours that turn into days, days into months, months into years and years into lifetimes. Lifetimes that eventually follow an infinity of other lifetimes before us.
And a part of us fears that. A part of us fears that we’re going to be haunted by the minutes and the hours we don’t truly maximize. A part of us fears that we’re going to look back at our own lifetimes and think about the infinity of possibilities we missed out on.
And it’s okay to feel like that. It fuels our own hungers and our own passions.
But sometimes that fear morphs into structure. The kind of structure that has the capacity to desolate and rather than determine. The kind of structure that imposes inadequacy rather belief. The kind of structure based on pre-conceived timelines.
Timelines consciously or subconsciously ingrained in our minds across our early existence. Whether it was college graduation by 23. Getting married by your 30s. Or retirement by 65. There was always something that should have been done by a certain age or by a certain time.
And if we don’t, we start existing in a vicious cycle of unaccomplishment. We start questioning why we aren’t where we were meant to be. We start comparing our timelines to other people’s timelines.
And in spite of all of life’s complexities and intricacies, you aren’t meant to be anywhere.
There are no deadlines or regulations. At this very moment, you are formulating and experiencing your own distinct journey. A journey that isn’t regulated or paralleled by pre-conceived expectations but by your own doing. Exactly when you need to.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Tierra Benton
Previously published by Thought Catalog at www.thoughtcatalog.com
Their
pupils
converged
like pupils in rooms
waiting
for
classes.
Hiding
behind
fences
they called eyelashes
they
scattered
matches
Prepared to burn
in sojourns
before
they were extinguished.
Living those matches
burned and converged
in its remains
© Hudson Biko
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