May '2nd', 2014 - Change
Change never was my forte despite being the most reliable
part of my life – more so, even, than the sun rising and setting each day. This
time is different, though, worse somehow. People always talk about how sadness
and stress are etched into the lines of our faces, but here it’s evident
everywhere: the half-smiles and undone hair, the wrinkled clothing and odd
socks, the emptiness in the air when our eyes meet.
Youth has never seemed so old.
May 3rd, 2014 - Youth (working title)
Youth has never seemed so old
as it does settled in your eyes –
dull baggage of a jet set life
stowed in an under-seat position.
I suppose they never had as much
to think about, You say, As many
hardships and stresses. Forgive
me if I roll my eyes at your first
class ticket, perspective cradled
like a baby in the safety of a mother’s womb.
©2014 Chloe Bianca
as it does settled in your eyes –
dull baggage of a jet set life
stowed in an under-seat position.
I suppose they never had as much
to think about, You say, As many
hardships and stresses. Forgive
me if I roll my eyes at your first
class ticket, perspective cradled
like a baby in the safety of a mother’s womb.
©2014 Chloe Bianca
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