Strangers on trains
Turn into new acquaintances
French vanilla cappuccinos and prosecco bubbles
Fuelling my burning desire for constant inspiration
A hopeful romantic
Call me what you will
You don't know me yet
I am merely a face to a silhouette
A soul having chosen a human vessel
A possible projection of what you expect me to be
Learning to be comfortable with the unknown
Do I live up to your expectations
Of the person you perceive me to be
If I happen to go off piste
Please hold this space for me
Till I find my way back
Have faith I will.
The thoughts the inspired me whilst writing this:
- we are the sum of all our moments we experience and witness throughout our lives.
- fight for meaning
- being part of someone else's memory is both flattering and disturbing
- it seems like as a species, humans are always desiring more, although it can have its benefits, is it healthy to desire? or should we all just be content with what we have?
- we are all just passing through
- my friend introduced me to Tim Hortons French Vanilla Cappuccino powder and it’s unreal
- everyone you ever meet may have a different version of you in their head and when I wrote this I was wondering if the version of me in their head is in line with who I truly am.