LIFE

At twenty two,

We'll be climbing other bodies like ladders which take us,

Somewhere we call home. 

At thirty two,

We'll be worried about everything.

The number of tablets in the box,

The number of days the car is washed in the week,

The number of notebooks our children will have lost.

At forty two,

We'll be thinking more about our knee caps and the daily glass of wine, thinking about a time gone by.

At fifty two, we won't know the colors we wore when we were kids, and remember birth dates.

At sixty two, we'll think about the first dance on the street, that first conversation and that first poem. We'll think about everything at once, science, maths, and some chemistry.

Somewhere in the between, you'll realize who you are, fall in love, sing a song she can't forget and fall across a few steps, break some bones. You'll figure out new ways to your hideouts, learn new theories and make new friends. You'll cry, you'll cry so fucking much once, and it'll feel like it is all over and your stomach will become the biggest pothole you've ever hated.

Remember, you'll grow up, and you'll love again. It could be the same person. Someone you didn't love or someone you couldn't, but you'll find them, and yourself, over and again.

That is life.

This is life.