Standing still, looking at the sunset.
The fresh afternoon air is penetrating your soul. A cigarette in your hand, but you're not going to light it up, afraid of spoiling the atmosphere.
Two steps backwards to enjoy the view.
The smile of an innocent child hiding behind her father's coat.
The print of a little hand on the map that's hanging on the wall.
Albania... Fiji... Iceland... Jamaica...
Will you ever travel the world?
Two steps forward. Maybe it'll hurt less.
A night at the bar. A shot of tequila. A single song playing in the background. Two smiley faces jumping in the air, not knowing the importance of their existence.
A sad goodbye under the sorrow of a young soul that's just been ripped into tiny crystal pieces.
Go back to your original position.
Look to your left.
No, maybe the right side has a happy ending.
Feels like a Rubik's Cube with no matching colours on it.
Where do you go?
Sitting on the floor, looking at the raindrops. An unfinished cigarette resting in your hand.
Albania... Fiji... Iceland... Jamaica...
Will you ever travel the world?
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A Part of Everyone || Wattys 2019
Poetry| Prose Poetry | 1st Place in The Butterfly Awards 🦋 | 1st Place in Piggyback Summer Awards 🌺 | 2nd Place in Blue Rose Awards 🌹| 2nd Place in The Rose Awards 🥀 | Honorable Mention in JeDi Awards 🦊 | Honorable Mention in The Golden Awards ⚡| Hon...
