but it’s like this, despite the stress you still stand running in the moorland, braiding your hair stepping into the rushing waters, home to the fish they play hide and seek, dodging the steps the tall grass tickles the knees, and you fall ‘get up, it’s only a scratch!’ youth, pure youth
i listen to my heart beating my fragile hands carrying the most beautiful flowers and souls watching the birds sing in the hidden trees of the forest i look around, tripping on a rock maybe i should learn to live with it second youth