|| 25.7.2017 || • "And I do not want these metaphors. I would give them all back if I could.
Even if it meant a rainstorm would forever just be a rainstorm, a ladybug on my arm simply that.
Still, I would trade it for this relentless wait of meaning. This unfair promise of always finding pattern where there need not be any -
let the young men be just young men, and not my heart forever swinging.
Let the water be just water, and not the vast loneliness, let the driftwood be driftwood, let the bay be unnamed.
Let the sunset not be my time running out but only the hour of the day. Only the indication that bugs will soon be out. That the young men will pull on their sweatshirts. That I should be heading home." - Useless Bay, Sarah Kay
🌏 • Darjeeling, WB
⏳ • 15th August 2016