an ode to the common blur of growing older
an ode to the common blur of growing older
by: vamessy
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hey! ~surprise~ welcome to my lil online chapbook. before you dive in, i’ve got a few thoughts :)
there are a few mottos i like to live by, but the one that sticks the most is “we are what we frequently do.” it’s a loose adaptation of will durant’s aristotle-inspired line: “we are what we repeatedly do. excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”
i’ve always liked the adaptation better because it takes the focus away from accomplishment. i don’t think we’re defined by our biggest or loudest achievements. i think we’re shaped by the quiet ways we spend most of our time. our inbetweens.
a runner isn’t a runner because of one race. a mother isn’t a mother because of the moment of birth. we become who we are in the everyday practice of being ourselves. michelle obama said it perfectly: “life is practice. you are practicing who you are going to be.”
this all ties into my self penned mantra: “living for the tuesdays.” to me, tuesday represents the inbetween. it’s not the special occasion or the weekend escape. it’s the ordinary day where life still happens. i think we should be striving for our most regular day to feel good. most of life is made up of those ordinary days, and if we can find a bit of charm in a regular ol' tuesday, i think life must be pretty good.
so what does any of this have to do with my writing?
i rarely go a week without working on a poem these days. i started writing a few years ago to help myself process big feelings (the good & the messy), and somewhere along the way i fell in love with it. i always write for myself first, but i figured maybe someone out there could get something from reading them too.
i’m sharing them here on vamessyvlogs because this little corner of the internet holds so many parts of me: the hiker, the climber, the animal enthusiast, the scrapbooker, and now the writer. for a long time i never would’ve considered myself as a writer, but hey we are what we frequently do, right?
a few small notes before you jump in:
i write in lowercase on purpose. not to be trendy, but because it feels softer to me. i think my poems deserve both the comfort and power of living in lowercase.
poetry itself feels pretty vulnerable at times so deciding to share any of it feels like a form of intimacy to me. intimacy isn’t loud. it’s late-night conversations and quiet thoughts. intimacy is lowercase.
i love poetry's ability to say a lot with a little. writing in lowercase feels like an extension of that. i'm choosing to use something somewhat disarming, something small, something humble, to carry the words that cut deep, to carry the words that linger. choosing lowercase is trusting the words to speak for themselves. you'll only get something out of it if you're willing to listen. to me, that feels like its own kind of empowerment.
one little warning: the “to all the pain” section deals with some heavy themes. these poems represent healing for me, but they might feel heavy if you’re not in the right headspace. take your time, take care of yourself, and only go there if you feel ready.
and if you made it this far, hey thanks :) i hope you enjoy (maybe?)
some easier navigation vibes:
mantra of a young girl
mantra of a young girl
care free & a little bit reckless
no seatbelt nor destination
and i know there's no turnin' back
on the one way road called growin'
for people like me
for people like me
in the grey
in the grey
craving a partner & feeling best alone
avoiding things that call the most
fear of a sip & a thirst to be known
holding on while trying to let go
homesick for a place i’ve outgrown
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
dreaming bold & living in lowercase
sadness is a twin to blinding rage
the right puzzle & a piece out of place
barely recognizing my own face
growth lives on a street named mistakes
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
taming my ego & trusting my gut
married parents with never a sign of love
missing my friends & muting my phone
success means walking lonely roads
worry for things i can’t control
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
working a desk & living to be outside
need a little pain to know i’m alive
doom scrolling & our precious time
fear of what’s behind my distracted mind
one chance lives spent on nine to fives
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
enjoying sunsets & mourning days
watching the crash just to look away
wanting to win & not entering the race
the urge to run when frozen in place
racing the reaper but there’s no escape
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
not quite lost & not yet found
my baseball cap stuck in this flat brim town
craving music & scratching an itch
always thinking of people i never miss
loving you means taking a risk
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
the lucky cards & what was dealt
set the alarm but ignored the warning bell
serving a truth & tasting my guilt
nostalgia for something i’ve never felt
knocking down every wall i’ve built
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
in the grey
in the grey
knowing of death & assuming tomorrow
driving windows down in any weather
healed wounds & nerves that remember
wildfire spreads from tiny embers
books that end up forever borrowed
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
seeing their heart & hearing mine off-beat
sick of drowning when the water isn’t deep
the wolf pup & her family of sheep
a dusty box with my favorite cleats
view is nice but the cost is steep
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
trusting faith & doubting religion
caring from afar but never forgiving
lessons learned & witches burning
dancing to my soundless rhythm
second guessing the good i’m earning
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
going with the flow & hating the motion
dash light on but nothing’s broken
everything said & what’s left unspoken
choosing numbness over emotion
raised in mountains to crave the ocean
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
harmless crushes & familiar dangers
socials convincing me i know a stranger
hopeful futures & empty plans
blood dripping from my hands that fed
starting to think healing never ends
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
yearning for thunder & breathing sunshine
finding peace in the storm’s eye
feeling lost & stealing street signs
black truths sting harder than lies
a blessing, curse, or one blurred line
maybe i’m in the grey
baby i’m in the grey
maybe we’re in the grey
baby i’ll lead the way
fleetwood
fleetwood
slow walkin' mid street
barefoot on the black top
dusk melted to green
rain drops ain't slowin'
tired eyes so steady
dark hair in the breeze
she's dreams on repeat
singin' to lonely suns
spin dancin' for trees
oh me, oh my
oh me, oh my
ramblin' ramblin' sad girl
oh me, oh my
woe is me
tough luck honey
that's just how life'll be
you're either in for the ride
or payin' the final fee
oh me, oh my
live free or die tryin'
(re)tired ramblin' girl
(re)tired ramblin' girl
never claims to be perfect
but she’ll flinch from the truth
she’s always felt different
from me & you
desperate to be alive
stars scrawled in her eyes
she’ll dance with the devil
but won’t stoop to his lies
when the music kicks on
she’s chasing that song
she’ll lace up her boots
& ask that fiddler along
no one could keep her
she’s a ramblin’ girl
never been a small talker
hates to be a slow walker
try to keep up
she might leave a bruise
hopelessly clever
curious forever
you’d be lucky to keep her
she’ll let you in
just to cut you loose
(re)tired ramblin' girl
(re)tired ramblin' girl
she only plays for keeps
feels all her cuts deep
obsessed with love
but ditches the leap
she’s a heartbeat addiction
you’ll swear she’s fiction
no one could keep her
she’s a ramblin’ girl
you’ll feel her on the wind
only see her on a whim
she’s there in the laughter
a ghost on your grin
one minute she’s there
the next, gone again
she runs from a fight
dulls her sharp spikes
cross her & learn
not the forgiving type
silence is her worst
won’t spare you a curse
she’s a ramblin’ girl
(re)tired ramblin' girl
(re)tired ramblin' girl
never been a slow sipper
tends to be a heart ripper
the closer you get
darker the bruise
might think you’ll keep her
she’ll let you in
just to cut you loose
never claims to be perfect
but she’ll flinch from the truth
she hates to feel different
from me & you
always been a deep feeler
calls herself a dream seeker
the closer you get
you’ll see the truth
no one could see her
she’ll let you in
just to cut you loose
(re)tired ramblin' girl
(re)tired ramblin' girl
she’s longing for a home
hates to eat alone
sick of running in place
but there’s nowhere to go
she’s hopin’ you’d catch her
she’d let you in
but the walls are her bones
she’ll be your favorite mistake
keeps her boots half laced
she’s a tired
ramblin’ girl
never claims to be perfect
but she’ll flinch from the truth
she’s always felt different
from me & you
all roads
all roads
the further you wander
the closer you go
darling don’t you know
all roads lead to home
darling don’t you know
all roads bring you home
to the busy days
to the busy days
real life movie scene
real life movie scene
starlit road cruisin'
warm summer breeze
salt in the air
never felt so free
aimless riding
just the girls & me
outrunning time
drinking in youth
fearless loving
snapshot immortality
a small forever
real life movie scene
red rock bleed
red rock bleed
winding down to sedona
mapping out my thoughts
dreaming of a stranger
feeling a little lost
& i’m racing reality
burning off fear
drinking in hope
escaping expectations
finding myself here
but my grip is slipping
i’m choking on control
losing my breath
chasing the unsaid
& daring for more
carries a cost
it’s blindly falling
& accepting the loss
red rock bleed
red rock bleed
but if we’re doomed to slip
would it be so bad
would it be so bad
to just
let
go?
will the daydream bleed
or will we just never know?
flying out of phoenix
time now spent
muting a lost cause
i’m into the cage again
will the daydream bleed?
will the healing ever end?
i guess we’ll never know
i’m into the cage again
love of a line
love of a line
grace loves waiting in lines
she says it’s a small moment in life
where she feels
just right
in a world always in a rush
places to be
people to see
it’s a moment of peace
being exactly where we’re supposed to be
we did our part
we got to the place
we have our things
now
we just wait
nothing to control
no reason to stress
it’s a small little break
a moment for breath
love of a line
love of a line
an everyday pause
escape from the mess
a small little moment
chance for a rest
i know it sounds silly
but now i find peace in lines
the grocery store,
traffic,
i can’t rush time
it’s a moment in life
where i feel just right
it’s a moment in time
i’ll feel a little light
we all need a moment
to feel a little free
how rare it is to know
i’m right where i’m supposed to be
all-night revival
all-night revival
it was a warm night in july
an outdoor concert
mountains
music
my friends
under a clear night sky
we were barefoot in the grass
dancing out in the lawn
cowboy boots shed
my song was on
i sang every word
every note
every line
one of those moments
i thought i’d never die
we spun
& we spun
i felt weightless
forever young
we twirled
& we swirled
at home in the world
that music
that crowd
best sound i’ve ever heard
all-night revival
all-night revival
i didn’t know it was missing
until it slipped from my lips
but that night
late july
toes in the grass
when we skipped
& we dipped
oh how i missed it
the return of my laugh
i didn’t know it was missing
until i heard it in the world
oh how i missed it
best sound i’ve ever heard
that night
toes in the grass
oh how i missed it
home at last
that night
oh how i missed it
the return of my laugh
all night
i missed it
home at last
to the tuesdays
to the tuesdays
solstice
solstice
sun is shining
longest day of the year
trusting the universe
it'll be okay dear
living for the tuesdays
the happiness in between
finding peace
always out in the green
someday, someone,
i'll hold you near
about midnight
about midnight
it's about past midnight
cold enough to see your breath
we're dancing in the headlights
talking about life after death
for just one moment
life doesn't feel like such a mess
it's about past midnight
& the nights like these
i'm at my best
the green
the green
taking step by step
with wind in my hair
& dirt on my toes
flowers are blooming
bird chirps in my ear
feeling so aligned
i am in nature
nature is in me
donnelly’s
donnelly’s
everyone knows
one of those charming type places
hole in the walls,
local cult following
food’s the best
they somehow know it all
well—
there is this little ice cream place
way way upstate
on the corner of 86
just past saranac lake
and when i say little,
i mean little
more of a shack really
a charming white shack
red benches outside
there’s room for two,
maybe three
standing inside
the screen door warns
watch your step
that classic type sign
i’ve seen a few cones splattered
plopped on the pavement
what a melty mess
best day ever,
turned to the worst
well—
maybe it’s still the best day
it’s a great lick for a pup
best lick in the world
donnelly’s
donnelly’s
anyway—
they have this old style machine
the metal drips nostalgic
it makes the coziest little treat
an instant cure,
an ode for the homesick
she’s only open in the summer
cash, no credit
there’s always a line
but it doesn’t really matter
best ice cream in the world
best of your life
it’s this flat-top soft serve
a taste with a twirl
only one flavor a day
meltingly creamy
just select your size
it always tastes dreamy
will it be a classic chocolate-vanilla
or a raspberry swirl
doesn’t really matter
it’s the best in the world
donnelly’s ice cream
it’s the heart of the adirondacks
best ice cream of your life
best in the world
slow life
slow life
careful steps midstream
nature roaring
quiet thoughts drifting
never felt so alone
never felt so like me
a slow life feels more worth living
slow walks on the coastal
valuing strength over social
curling up with books
keeping a small circle
not caring how life looks
a slow life feels more worth living
up to a lot but telling so little
growing to love in my present
finding peace in my acceptance
doing nothing
& everything's changing
a slow life feels more worth living
golden thunder
golden thunder
walking in the late light dirt
darkness surrounds
thunder rumbling closer
clouds drown the sky
heavy thoughts racing
shadows lurk behind
weight on my shoulders
no escape from my mind
but the sun screams defiance
golden rays seep through
& i’m in the present
but time is slow
my steps are measured
but my clouds are still
angels walk beside me
i’m watching from above
we’re in the storm’s eye
there’s a pause to my chaos
& gold streaks the whole sky
to all the pain
to all the pain
a debt that's owed
a debt that's owed
a desk & a dollar
clouding dreams
faultless puppets
strung for high society
bettin’ on demise
& gamblin’ our time
morality’s disguise
as she’s passing by
a debt that's owed
a debt that's owed
rich get richer
“that’s just life”
coins on the table
daylight robbery
when did we sell souls
at the cost of our lives?
truth comes cheap
when the lie is sold
a debt that’s owed
so we’ve been told
jekyll & hyde
jekyll & hyde
my twisted view of what was me & you
a split duality of the person i knew
despoiler disguised with virtue
the violator acting as victim
you're jekyll & hyde inside my mind
hate to wish you well deserved pain
guilt stricken for being okay
ashamed of our story
when i'm not to blame
caring from afar & never forgiving
i'm jekyll & hyde inside my mind
oxblood
oxblood
he’s claiming blood ties
owed sense of loyalty
blanket trust
blind fidelity
delusion on sale
lies for the taking
manipulation station
mess of his making
lately we’ve been changing
but it was never just you
no,
things haven’t been the same
for a year or two
one hundred and fifty eight days
a single voicemail
screaming vain
seventy four seconds
empty
no apology made
where does he get off
pretending we’re the same?
oxblood
oxblood
he’s calling in a debt
signed by my youth
thirty years young
tying the noose
asking me to crawl
in the very blood he drew
ignoring all the pain
cutting through the truth
where does he get off
salting all our wounds?
lately we’ve been changing
but it was never just you
no,
i haven’t been the same
for a year or two
familiar only in name
strangers outside veins
yeah,
paint on the wall
portrait’s been reframed
oxblood
oxblood
lately i’ve been mourning
a boy i once knew
his cuts hit deep
but my blood is maroon
lately i’ve been mourning
maybe you should too
no,
i’m no longer the girl
crawling with open wounds
he’s calling in a debt
old versions of youth
his cut hits deep
but my blood is maroon
learned love
learned love
you asked me what i know love to be
my mind drifted to moments i’ve seen
eyes filled with rage, blinded by green
patched up holes & broken doors
invisible egg shells on the floor
slams & screaming in the kitchen
three little ones scared upstairs
police lights flashing on the porch
love found lifeless in the dark nights air
we locked eyes, i took a breath, & i let it fade
learned love
learned love
i spoke what i hoped love could be
my closed eyes find such a simple scene
dogs in the yard, surrounded by green
oven sweets & decorated doors
clothes dropped lovingly on the floor
laughter & dancing in the kitchen
three little ones asleep upstairs
sunset watching out on the porch
counting blessings in the dark nights air
we locked eyes, i took a breath, & i prayed on fate
we locked eyes, i took a breath, & i let it fade
rewrite
rewrite
spinning blur
called a night
barefoot run
pavement bite
dancing streets
goofy crime
inky thoughts
jumpy time
brick wall room
bolted door
red ripped shirt
second floor
sober one
seized his fun
drunken state
hit & run
stirred awake
sin sight read
two laid bare
foreign bed
rewrite
rewrite
state of shock
loudest thoughts
body frozen
stomach knots
no recall
not consent
laying scared
feeling bent
gaslit self
truth amend
block it out
play pretend
band aid fix
healing shirked
sadness crept
triggers lurked
bled in pen
hidden stings
blame within
moody swings
rewrite
rewrite
zipped my lips
bit my tongue
bright future
he’s still young
moraled man
meant no harm
common slip
shushed alarm
clean conscience
guilt free soul
clever ruse
well played role
starved ruin
buried pain
kept the peace
saved his name
my mistake
drank my fate
showed my skin
set the bait
rewrite
rewrite
truth’s shadow
can’t be raced
darkness clings
must be faced
silence haunts
blind eyes fail
last ditch plan
change the tale
grasp control
do or die
weave in fact
truth lined lie
nude once more
shed the past
this go ‘round
trumps the last
drove us far
out of town
long dirt road
winded down
rewrite
rewrite
stars did stare
shivers shake
clothes did drop
edge of lake
tried to wash
off my fright
ice dipped skin
dead of night
stronger chill
in my bones
silent thoughts
left unknowns
won’t forget
can’t ignore
damage done
kept the score
damned to be
try i might
nothing we
could rewrite
to all the love
to all the love
my favorite curse
my favorite curse
i've always found loving
to be a beautiful curse
to feel so deeply
only to be left lonely
it takes time to fade
& never goes quite away
eye contact
eye contact
energy buzzing in the air
charged in a single glance
lightning about to strike
someone's gonna get hurt
can't seem to break the gaze
sparks
sparks
dangerous to the touch
seen that look before
strangers so familiar
you've known me
& i've known you
doomed to meet the wildfire
who am i, who are you
to let this wildflower bloom
crush crash
crush crash
our the cautious orbit
a silent pull
my quiet knowing
gravity’s lurking
drawn to collide
to know you is to free fall
to pass by is to look back
darling i think it’s time
the stars just aligned
brace for impact
who am i to resist?
who are we to resist?
the inevitable crash
hard to save
hard to save
found myself a guy with greenish eyes
never felt such comfort in a patient smile
nature is his savior, the outdoorsman life
not a thing in the world he can't do
done the minute he puts his mind to
jam bands & the dead in his heart
a southern boy & his goofy charm
hard to save (snippet)
hard to save (snippet)
lost himself a brown eyed girl
kind eyes hiding a bright mind
a few years his younger
a contagious smile
born to be in nature
desperate to be alive
a northeast lady & lover of life
snowberry lane
snowberry lane
no contact
we called it a clean break
hometown visit & a goodbye exchange
when did it turn into a late night drive
three hours pass by
in the blink of an eye
endless conversation
a flow like old times
no street left untouched
no destination in mind
all drawn to an end
with a turn off of main
my car now parked
on snowberry lane
between lines of silence
we both knew
a reality outside
impossible to ignore
a hand hesitation
paused at the door
you looked at me and said
why don’t we just drive some more
return to main
return to main
i was home for a few days
or at least what it used to be
& i couldn’t help but wonder
if maybe you still think of me
i wonder about the conversation
if i saw you on the street
does your voice sound the same
are there new lines on your face
would it be all small talk & subtext
stumbling niceties
awkwardly polite
you seem well, you look great
would our hearts
have the same little ache?
or would it be an easy flow
like we never missed a beat
sometimes i wonder
what it’d be like
to see you on the street
would it hurt to walk away?
do you ever think about that day?
return to main
return to main
sometimes i think i miss you
i know that’s selfish of me to say
but i wouldn’t change a thing
except maybe knowing
who it is
you’ve gotten to grow into
without me in the way
yeah sometimes i think i still miss you
i know that must sound strange
but maybe really i’m just wondering
about the man i’ll never see
& how far you’ve grown
away from me
from the boy you used to be
since the day i left you
late on snowberry lane
sometimes i wish i knew
the man
you got to grow into
sometimes i wonder
standing on the street
about the grown man
the one
i’ll surely never meet
~interlude~
an old, old dream
snow drifts gently
pine hovers the air
strong eyes circling
dancing chaos between
reflection through flame
self-imposed lonely
slow roaming lady
wolf matching turns
twin to her soul
mirrored in frost
hazy through smoke
parallel in orbit
biding the time
stuck in a parallax
braving the cold
doubting the path
envying the bold
& all fires dwindle
will they walk ashes?
kiss the fine line?
the clock is lurking
danger nearby
the call of comfort
drowsing of potential
living a distracted mind
collaring their wild
caging the chance to rise
but fur flashes first
a leap that's risking
chancing a burn
awaking as she’s bitten
grey forcing her hand
toeing a cross road
a future not yet written
burned by flame
tempting fate
dancing the horizon
the ashes await
tik tok tik tok
the world keeps turning
to the blur
to the blur
growing pains
growing pains
pain demands to be felt
& have its honoring
to find yourself in darkness
you have to start wandering
so ditch the novocaine
& walk into the gloom
yield to all the pain
the only way out is through
not who i was, not who i'm meant to be
but i'm on my way
& i like this version of she
tested & trialed, resilient & loving
walking out of the fog
the darkness is lifting
& there's no turning back
on the one way road called growing
south church
south church
i saw you the other day
walking on south church
i was headed home
saw you a block away
& it was odd
i paused for a second
you were headed to main
i saw you
but you didn’t see me
a funny little irony —
we’re still the same
that’s how we used to be
we were both by the park
you with a friend,
me alone,
it was just before dark
but
without a second thought
i crossed the street
& it was odd
a year ago
i would’ve stayed
seeing you was everything
you were all that i craved
south church
south church
but it wasn’t out of hurt
or pain
i just
didn’t feel like seeing you
is that weird to say?
i think i’ll always have days
i’d choose to stay in place
but
not the other day
& it was odd
i finally felt okay
never told you that i saw you
we were headed different ways
never told you that i loved you
wouldn’t have made you stay
i crossed the street the other day
& for once i knew
i was headed the right way
internal monologue
internal monologue
let go of all that fear
live a little
live a little
live a little
why so serious dear
storm chaser
storm chaser
grew up weathered
not knowing any better
one cloud after another
riding it out
window watching time
saw a glimpse of blue
a heartbeat renewed
sprinted from shelter
an underdog’s hope
maybe
my mind can escape too
bloodied toes
one way road
grasping land
outreached hands
slowed to a walk
froze at the light
a step back
second guess sight
(in prog?)
grey morphed to color
an endless clear sky
warm hugged breeze
the sun—
it really does shine
is this the storm's eye?
i’ve toed that line
can i trust it?
i’ll lose my mind
weather is all i know
listen for thunder
dress for downpour
prepare for bolts
watch the clouds coming
no time for sunshine
dig an early grave
a ditch called shelter
lie low
bunker down
life of a storm chaser
storm chaser
storm chaser
but days pass by
the sun still shines
wind holds at bay
clouds lock the rain
fear blinds the view
if i’m always hiding
when will i be free?
weather might brew
when do i get to be me?
life of a storm chaser
wind holds at bay
clouds lock the rain
the sun is still shining
it’s a bluebird day
time to retire
accept all the light
start living
life of a storm sun chaser
stardust
stardust
we’re all just pieces of stardust
mosaics of everyone we meet
atoms of a lucky recipe
& yet we all share one thing
a race against the reaper
one chance at a charming life
& i’m not sure what matters
should your journey look like mine?
we’re all doomed to be forgotten
just tiny ants in a sea of time
an ode (darling)
an ode (darling)
an ode for people like me
born low on dopamine
in a desperate plea
daydreaming of places
& people we’d rather be
darling i know
darkness creeps in
crawling beneath the skin
everything feels too much
light so far away
life itself, out of touch
darling please know
you’re not alone
inside those bones
life’s a ride, up & down
blast a song just to hold on
find a way not to drown
an ode to the busy days
that multi day muscle achin’
long drives, tired eyes, type two fun
burning the candle at both ends
living life like we’re on the run
an ode to the tuesdays
books you can’t put down
simple days, simple things
sweet petrichor & warm rain
lyrics you can’t help but sing
an ode (darling)
an ode (darling)
an ode to all the pain
heartbreak denyin’, living far
car cryin’, tear soaked lashes
every cloud, a silver linin’
phoenix rise in their own ashes
an ode to all the love
friends that don’t talk everyday
the excited dog at the door
a partner’s calm embrace
family is forever at its core
an ode to what makes life worth living
cold mornings, warm days, firelit nights
sun chasing, star gazing, late night driving
getting high, what a ride, live free or die
windows down, hand is out, song that’s blasting
days out in the green
mountains under my feet
& people who truly know me
darling this ode is for you
when the house feels on fire
& there’s no place to run
blast this song & just hold on
life’s just barely begun
mmm there will be more days
lived out in the green
with mountains under my feet
& people that love me for me
rearview
rearview
if we’re all just
mosaics of everyone we meet
i’m thankful for the good i’ve seen
the people i’m lucky to know
& for who
they’ve shaped me
to be
who would i be
without
my friends in the rearview
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