Growing up I loved
the ruins of ancient times,
everything from temples,
statutes, to stories and paintings.
At the age of eighteen
my mom took me to Greece
and I can't remember a time
where I was so excited
for my birthday to come.
The sun burned my skin,
went from porcelain white
to candy pink.
I visited many museums,
climbed up to The Parthenon,
even walked near the
God of Thunder's temple.
Five years later
I realize:
I am made of ruins too
unlike Athens, there is no beauty
in my external scars,
only shame and regret.
I am the only cause of my
downfall.
I am Hector but at same time
my name is also Achilles.
And just like the old city,
my soul is ancient;
too fragile for my body to keep,
too heavy for my heart to hold.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
Growing up I loved
the ruins of ancient times,
everything from temples,
statutes, to stories and paintings.
At the age of eighteen
my mom took me to Greece
and I can't remember a time
where I was so excited
for my birthday to come.
The sun burned my skin,
went from porcelain white
to candy pink.
I visited many museums,
climbed up to The Parthenon,
even walked near the
God of Thunder's temple.
Five years later
I realize:
I am made of ruins too
unlike Athens, there is no beauty
in my external scars,
only shame and regret.
I am the only cause of my
downfall.
I am Hector but at same time
my name is also Achilles.
And just like the old city,
my soul is ancient;
too fragile for my body to keep,
too heavy for my heart to hold.
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