sometimes i wish
i could open
the doors
without thinking
that they
would always
leave through
the windows.
sometimes i wish
more things stayed.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Martin Reisch
sometimes i wish
i could open
the doors
without thinking
that they
would always
leave through
the windows.
sometimes i wish
more things stayed.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Martin Reisch
We slowly slipped
into the arms
of places and people
believing that they
could somehow
become home
;
When all we ever wanted,
was refuge
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Jake Melara
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You let yourself in.
You
walked through doors
and floors
covered by a myriad of flaws
we never bothered to look at
,
You
placed your self
on internal shelves
I never wanted
to reach
,
You
barricaded your self
on levels which
were never warranted
,
You
collected dust
in bursts
dispersed
across the worst
outbursts
never previously rehearsed
,
You
went through phases
we called faces
in vases
always held
until they fell apart
;
But
you
Were never let in.
You
Never bothered to look at.
You
Never wanted to reach,
You
Were never warranted,
You
Never previously rehearsed,
You
Were always held.
Until
You fell apart.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: SHTTEFAN