let me take you to the place from where you can see children's hands stretching up to the sky from the ferris wheel, let me take you to my daydreams.
let me show you the world as orion sees.
writing : [2021]
feb 18 (2'14 pm) - july 25 (2'30 pm).
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from cordelia’s story. ───⚪──────────────────── ◄◄⠀▐▐ ⠀►►⠀⠀ ⠀ 02:00 / 17:00
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the bus has reached our lane finally, today i'll get on board and leave, you're hoping i'm seated by the window facing our home, so that once i wave, you can stand there to feel alone.
when the speed takes over, and your face blurs out from the rearview, when i'm already counting down the seconds till the next time i could see you, i'll still be staring at my reflection on the same window, i look so tired and feel so old, the past few seconds have made years in me grow.
our hearts became chandeliers with little light left to give, you were wishing that life would take me much higher than this, i'm wondering as the trees race with the bus' wheels, how much can one know about what's to come? when i reach the other station, i hope i remember where i am from.
the people boarding this bus are really something else, all sitting in silence as if we come with bad news to tell, an old man's wrinkled fingers are still gripping his seat, i can understand that need to hold onto something when it gets harder to breathe.
there's a boy sitting on the seat just behind me, listening to that one song on repeat; maybe all our fears are bound by infinity, like dad used to say, we are all a known unfamiliarity.
there's a little girl crying on her mother's lap, how many of us here are yearning to have that?
the sun is aging for the day in its skies, there's a bronzen light stirring in our eyes, we've all seen this scene before, yet we're so taken away as if we are just gazing at a star we've never known.
perhaps that is how bittersweet this goodbye is, but the sunsets on the road are as gentle as a summer kiss.
i bet orion's eager to oversee our distanced ways, we can talk about that when i come home someday.
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❝It's where we go, and what we do when we get there, that tells us who we really are.❞
Joyce Carol Oates.
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A/N : this is the second part of cordelia's story, where she's moving away from her dad (& hometown) to a new, big city. and this poetry is about her fears regarding change, and moving on. thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed.
ps : guys it's sunday night, i was bored and i just wanted to post. (i don't know why i'm like this).
