take off your sunglasses
It was gorgeous, golden. It was a soft mango, orange and red, ready to be eaten. It forced me to slow down my step, to sit on a bench, and to stop for the first time in days.
The sky was full of possibility. The city sat before me, and I hungered for it, but I didn’t know where to go. The only place that seemed right was the bench I was sitting on.
Suddenly I wanted everything. My flaws stood clearly before me and asked to be changed. My goals ran in front of me and asked to be followed.
But all I could do was sit still.
When will I know all the answers? Probably never. I'm still having trouble with the questions. When will my skin fit me like it should? Probably when it’s too late, wrinkling at every end.
I walked the streets in a red dress, romantic, happy, but wanting something more.
The men turned their heads, and yet it wasn’t them I wanted.
I stared at my reflection in a store window, but the girl in the glass didn’t have the answers either.
What is it I want? Peace of mind. Peace with my body. Courage. Completion. Some kind of satisfaction.
I’m walking towards all of it, it’s just going to take a while for me to get there.
There aren't any short cuts on this road, and I'm still so damn young and naive.