Meet me

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I want to meet you again in 10 years
When we are older and grown
When our bodys don’t hurt from growing
And we have the freedoms to do
As we will permit ourselves
Maybe I’ll message you first
Or maybe you will
We’ll see each other again
And say hey,
“Did you accomplish all that you’ve whispered to me?”
I want to know who you’ll become
And how you’ll become it.
I’m more interested in future you
Than I am in current you.

~ Writingdilegently

Reciting to myself

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With the door shut and the water running
I recite my words to my best and worst audience.
To my face in the steaming mirror or to my ears with the water running down my back
The shower is my best stage
There I don’t worry about the opinions and disagreements.
I can edit and unedit with ease.
Scratch that line
Respeak it this way.
I can express my ideas pridefully
With hands moving with my excitement through the air.
I could go on for hour and hours
Expressing observations and opinions clearly and poeticly.
All my thoughts end up sounding perfect to me
Some end up on a page or on a webpage like this one.
In fact I wish they all end up here.
But most get lost from me, get lost in the passion and never make it to a physical form.