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 itβs 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.