Unknown.

When I first got here I didn’t knew anybody, but wasn’t that what I choose for? I accepted this challenge as a part on my new life, plunging in the unknown. Your efforts of engaging me in conversations and events seemed genuine. I didn’t mind spending time with you, you’re easy to like. You knew. Still I found myself in the background, not wanting to be a homewrecker. 

Months have passed and again you invited me over. For me to be a part of your world, in which you knew everyone. 

XO

I’ve been helpless and I’ve been in need of help in the past few years. You were always the source and the solution to the problem. We have been fighting and loving since we first met and it is so tiring. Sometimes I was all you ever wanted and others I wish I’d never said hi. You keep holding on when you know we have always been trouble. I’m scared of ending what has always been my circle of love and life, but we have nothing left in common. Can I go now, my friend?

 

‘being young’

I always thought that ‘being young’ meant selling your own body and drinking wine from the bottle, that appeared to be a fraud. I’d put on my best shirt so that I would be ‘wanted’ and drove home in the middle of the night, those are the memories I had of ‘being reckless’

I was wrong.

The day has passed and I sit here, writing at my desk. My entire body is tired and my eyes can’t really stand the light. I am rich, fulfilled, in possession of more beautiful memories. I realize that ‘being young’ means spending your youth with people your age, people who laugh at the same jokes and who share the same dreams. It is not that we dislike our parents, but we have better things to do then sit at home. Explore. Climb fences. Walk home at night. See another club. Dance a little different. Talk to strangers. Embrace chaos. Admire your friends. Be generous. Share a drink. Love a little more. Point at the stars.

Be young.