_Wet ceilings_, eyes like drywall —
quietly hiding all the water behind it.
Just to squint through scratched lenses,
blinking more than I’m allowed to cry.
Growing up feels just like deep waters.
__Adult swim:__ all the kids clear out;
the only ones left, are the ones we'll make.
The lives we build on purpose, to follow
all of the rules of the house, growing up
beneath ceilings all painted like clouds.
But build it differently— _leave a crack_
for the rain, so the growing storm can pass
through, instead of it rotting in the wall.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
_Wet ceilings_, eyes like drywall —
quietly hiding all the water behind it.
Just to squint through scratched lenses,
blinking more than I’m allowed to cry.
Growing up feels just like deep waters.
__Adult swim:__ all the kids clear out;
the only ones left, are the ones we'll make.
The lives we build on purpose, to follow
all of the rules of the house, growing up
beneath ceilings all painted like clouds.
But build it differently— _leave a crack_
for the rain, so the growing storm can pass
through, instead of it rotting in the wall.
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