Tag: growing
-
growing
i quite don’t remember being fifteen neither am i ready to be twenty five someday i am somewhere in between i am always somewhere half away, exhausted, half scared and sleepy with stomach burns i am that girl whose first love was loneliness the bold blooming wallflower who loved august and emptiness
-
i have forgotten how vulnerability feels like.
i had 4 slices of bread washed down with half a glass of tap water. it’s 2am, i am not even that hungry but i keep getting that feeling of being something like a quicksand. the more i try to move around, talk with someone or get things done, i am still sinking. you know,…
-
Dear dad.
“Growing up is cool”, dad would say to me and sit on the sofa, stretching his legs on the table. I would keep down my phone and gently assure his words with a smile. But deep down this one thought burns me’ growing older or just growing tired everyday’. There is nothing much that gives…
Prena Poetry 