So spring is coming to an end, if it’s not already finished, and summer is being welcomed. For us Brits, it means we have 5% more chance of not having rain. And occasionally there’ll be some of sun, here and there. To be honest, this week’s weather has been great, and the focus says that this bank holiday weekend is going to great as well.
(The author has given permission for their poem to be posted)
Silence isn’t always golden.
Wrapped in a cocoon of layered thoughts, the tongue is silenced.
Dear Young me,
You’re now 19 and decided to go far away from everyone that you know and start a new leaf. Don’t worry; the friends who are meant to stay around will stay, others, well, it’s best to say that life gets in the way. Right now, I know it’s scary, you’re completely alone for the first time in your life, but that was why you did it, wasn’t it?
You wanted to conquer your fear head on – it pays off.
Objectively, Life is beautiful. Subjectively, well that’s a whole other struggle.
I can’t believe how fast time is moving. When I was travelling on my year out of uni, I practically had no sense of time. Time did not constrain me. I booked flight when I wanted, and returned when I wanted (as long as it didn’t make my bank account bleed too much). Now that I am working, I think about time almost all the time.