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What I Wish Was Said
“It’s just like that, ya know? You think you know what you were here to do but then, just like that; all of it turns to smoke. All you’ve ever known, all you’ve ever done, all the steps you’ve taken and all the breaths you choked on. Turned to dust, blown away by the very air you’ve tried to keep in. You should be angry, you should be sad, you should be happy, you should be tired. You should be in all the moments you inhabit, but this mask you parade around in does no one any good. Your brilliance belittles you, your exasperation is proof of that. You pity yourself but don't take steps to better yourself. You stand a bit straighter and say ‘hey i am fixed.’. You hold your head higher and think you’ve got it all figured out. But it’s just like that, ya know? The world keeps turning, the masses keep walking and you stand where you stood all your life. At the crossroads, wondering where everyone has gone. Sorry friend, they’ve moved on. Dig in deep, and beg for absolution and all you’ll find is isolation. Step towards tomorrow, try a little harder, say sorry when you fuck up and mean it. Keep your back straight, keep your head high, ask for forgiveness and be okay with their answer. Don’t stand in place for longer than you need, rest when necessary and take in the view; enjoy the moment. Be there in the moment. Just don’t dwell in it. Your breath will renew there as it does anywhere else. You’ll be better tomorrow than you were today. Just don’t dwell in it, kid. Forgive and forget, don’t ever resent, let go of grudges, and move on from those who drag you down. Try again, if that’s what you want and take it as far as it’ll go. Just don’t dwell on the mistakes you’ve made along the way. You’re life can’t sort itself out, you’re not that lucky. You’re lucky enough to be right here, right now and honestly… that’s all you need.
By Jake Trammell3 years ago in Poets
when the sun showers, the monkeys must be marrying
(A tale about why the sun and rain still meet, and the reason why the term 'monkey's wedding' still comforts me when someone recognises it overseas. A tale to add to tales, because imagination is a myth and everything you imagine is real)
By Mingling with the Moon 3 years ago in Poets
The comfort of unanswered calls:
You know when you haven’t picked up the phone in a while to answer that video call? And you also haven’t showered in a day and a half, so your hair is definitely unkempt. But then in the morning, you wake up and suddenly, you have energy to call back. You muster up the courage for conversation and pick up the phone. You even set it to video call and then, you see ‘Calling’ on the Whatsapp screen. The relief of not seeing the ‘Ringing’. And so you know they won’t answer, but you still keep looking and then you notice your eyebrows and they’re kind of raggedy and you can almost see the little girl in yourself? The girl that had that same messy but smooth hairline, those soft and unbrushed eyebrows, and you can almost swear your eyes are brighter, like they were when you were 6 years old. I love it when the video call isn’t answered and I get to look back at myself in this way. And then I get to sit with that little girl for a while, and I get to have the conversations I was really avoiding. The calls with my younger self.
By Mingling with the Moon 3 years ago in Poets
