University Thoughts – Patchwork Girl (a poem)

A patchwork girl.
When there’s a tear, she takes out her needle and thread
and repairs the damage of what’s been done.
When she’s worn out, she takes a new piece of fabric
and replaces what was lost with something new.
When the seams come undone, she finds the loose end
and pulls herself back together again.
Because no matter the problem, or how she’s falling apart,
a patchwork girl will find a way to mend.
She repairs herself and becomes something new and
better each time. Because she won’t fall to pieces.
She can’t.

University Thoughts – Love feels like… (a poem)

It’s the moment when the sun is on your face,
and you close your eyes as your whole body fills with warmth.
Even though my eyelids are shut I can still see colour.
It’s contentment. It’s as if the whole world stops
the world freezes for me in that second. Nothing else matters,
because nothing else exists. It’s just warmth and colour and content.
I’d like to imagine that’s what love feels like.
At moments, fleeting moments, our love would feel like that.
It’ll be that small smile that appears on my face. The smile
that is only reserved for quiet moments when people aren’t looking.
Like when I’m in the cinema and only the story and the
characters exist and their happiness is mine. You and me could be those
characters, and that secret smile hidden in the dark would be for us.
I’d like to imagine that’s what love feels like.
At moments, fleeting moments, our love would feel like that.
It’s that breath that you take after the days have been so stuffy.
As if I’ve been starving for oxygen because everything around me
feels closer somehow. As if everything is squeezing me, and the air
is too stuffy, the air is too hot, the air is not enough. Then it breaks.
The rain comes pouring down, the sound like a tiny orchestra just for me.
And with that first rain drop. I can finally breathe again.
I’d like to imagine that’s what love feels like.
At moments, fleeting moments, I fool myself into thinking that.
Because, to me, love feels like nothing.
Love is an empty wish as I blow out a candle.

Thought no.92 – Pause

I sometimes feel as if I am living life
with the pause button on,
All I need is someone to press play
so I can really begin living.