February 1st, 2024
A Beautiful Life
Stars, paper boats and lost hopes . An elegy exploring the bittersweet awakening into adulthood , reality , and the fading of childhood wonder.
I loved the moon when my stars were held hostage
I drew little paper boats and floated them down
In hopes that they wouldn’t drown in that dark river
But I was too young to realise that
The stars had disappeared so that the moon could shine against the dark night
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That the ivory paper boats would sink under the weight of the sacrifices that soaked its hull
And that maybe , we gave so much for so little in this world
But isn’t that why we call life ‘beautiful’?
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Hi! it’s my first post on Medium , didn’t mean to start it off on such a gloomy tone , but i figured this could be a good space to share some of the pieces that have been sitting in my old android’s notes.
the perspective? someone who’s just stepping into adulthood. i know that feeling all too well.
I used to write poetry pieces quite frequently , but then stopped for a while. So this one’s from the drafts.
Call this a catharsis piece , but really i was just experimenting writing in a different style. If you’ve noticed, some of the words in italics join together to form another sentence of their own.
I hope you liked this piece and until next time :)
