But in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.
Face the sun/1973
Moments of bliss. Followed by sheer panic and uncertainty.
You say what you say, then you do it to me anyway.
You do what you do, then you walk away, you walk away.
I remember when I used to think having an interchangeable life was a bliss. Fluidity to all identities. I could be you today and you could be me tomorrow.
I could go from being your friend to lover to someone you don’t know anymore.
And even though there’s a certain pattern to life now and everyone pats me on the back for being something that I didn’t think I’d be comfortable doing in my skin…
I miss it.
Nothing has begun for me. And it’s not going to end so soon.
I’ve just begun to realise my own potential in terms of how human intimacies work. And I shall not feel ashamed for wanting more.