Prena Poetry

I feel unlike anything I have felt before, perhaps I am aging and I have begun to find charm in simple things. I like when it rains, when the sun dries my afternoon laundry. I feel alright when I am done with dishes, and also when it stops raining.

Even though I am only 20, it feels as though I have lived a very long time on earth; sipped my morning tea at the dawn of civilization and went back to bed with the stars collapsing into itself. It must have been couple years ago, when I used to wake up in a teenage blue thinking that the world is coming to an end and I must save myself.

Now that my bones are a bit heavier and my back aches when I run too fast; so yeah, if the people on the television screen tells that the world is coming to an end tomorrow evening—I will just sit back on my grandfather’s reclining chair, listen to some jazz and watch the neighbor mow his lawn as world comes to an end in the background.

There is a certain joy in accepting things the way they are—not trying so hard to change what was never in our control. There is a certain joy in learning to live with the flaws and loving the indisputable chaos. Everything clams down when you take a step back and observe it for a while. Every noise transforms into wonder when you give enough attention to it.