#studyabroad
A single day contained so many Journeys and the Stories
as if they were meant to meet.
And Baltimore,
you were the humble host
of all the Reunions.
Belgium,
Filling our stomachs and the time apart
Memories came to life and we smiled — Together
Sydney,
Talking to random seagulls between our conversations
I found a feather given by a fearsome friend
Geneva,
Learning how to pronounce a foreign word— Affogato
I imagined this is how life should taste
Yokohama,
Making fun of the sushi places hidden in the brick walls
My heart secretly traveled back home
Istanbul,
Discovering the colorful lamps
I thanked for kindnesses sent from different directions
Unexpectedly,
All the journeys took us back to the 5th grade,
picking up our favorites at a candy shop
— and I promised never to follow any strangers!
Baltimore,
You’ve taught me how it feels to grow up.
not being somebody else,
but sowing seeds in our moments,
good days and bad days,
— just like we gave a name and fell in Love
with every single corner of the Town.
Baltimore,
Let’s do it again.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
Steaming coffee mug
don’t rush, don’t goー
Let us pause the Sky
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
A few months ago
I was counting the days
until you left
because your lack of presence
would have been a better present
than the one you didn't give me
for my birthday this year
Every night I would wait
for the day to come
when you wouldn't be near
as if your body was in my bed
pressing down on my chest
until I could no longer breathe
Hating your best friend
will not hurt them
but it will twist your own heart
in ways you never thought possible
and you will pray on stars with fingers crossed
that it might break
or better
stop beating
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
and the tears in our blanket
and the tears in our eyes
have been thoughtlessly mended
with intertwined fingers
in basement bathrooms of bars
we couldn't find again
with a map to guide us
Tomorrow you'll leave me
and move on to adventures
more exciting
than drunk searches
for familiar faces
on streets we could draw perfectly
with blurred vision
I hate to say I'll miss you
and I hate more to see you go
but your darkness was always
darker than mine
and your light was always
too bright for me to look at
so I hope the contrast
of the rainy days and the sunshine
fills you up
in a way nothing else ever has
You were born to fly away
but never given the chance
so I hope you find
that the airplane wings
fit you just right
I hope you accidentally leave
the little broken pieces of yourself
on the cobblestone in London
and in the fountains of Rome
and do not realize it
until you return home
I wish you the best
and the same for myself
because two flowers
cannot grow
in one ***
but if grown separately
they can one day
make a beautiful bouquet
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC