250 Days

24 minutes past midnight

30th of July

2023

In 250 days I imagine I will feel

Lighter

A weight off my chest

In the most literal sense I suppose

Will I recognise myself?

Will he remember me?

I don’t want to lose sleep over something I’m excited for

But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous

Will you come with me?

Transcribed from a spoken word piece

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