22, Sandra.

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April was a little mean to me here & there, but the month ends with me so……

Thank you for loving me :) I’m a little terrified of growing old. What exactly is the problem you ask me? I don’t know enough.

Sometimes I find the days merging with each other and it’s the same day again & again. It’s then the flowers & the trees that help me see how the wind is a lot crazier today.

I have been trying to be a lot kinder to myself and even love my body better. I would like to renew this contract with myself on my birthday. (birthday over, old aayi)

Age is just a number they say but it’s scary. I still feel 16.

April is the poetry month & I haven’t written a single poem this month lol.

Read these poems for me. I miss my friends terribly.

I don’t want to run this race with all of you. I want to walk with you. Do I make sense?

1. A little Grey.

   Walk to them & kiss their hands,

   we could use this memory to refresh.

   Light came in through the other way,

   you were shinning with grace, a little grey.

   Turning to look outside, grief found its way,

   but the slay of love & friendship seemed to pull me back.

   Small happenings of us will be enough,

   to keep us going, almost happy.

   and now even though you continue to turn to the window,

   it no longer remains an urgency but more of an understanding,

   that life is just as it is, a little sour & sweet.

2. The business of poetry is my heart.

   imagine my heart being poured into your soul,

   every time you read my poem.

   It is more like me asking you to read me,

   as I cannot seem to express myself greatly.

   wonder if this works, do you feel my joy?

   the bridging of words every time we share poetry,

   can it get any better, my love.

   the stage is home, today.

   love you.

Can’t wait to travel with Civia. Riya is a very funny sensible womxn now, so grateful for every rizz you send our way. Ann is home but I’m so terrified of when she’ll leave :)

Dear Vaishu, you make us so proud. Congratulations on your graduation :)

Madu, I miss you so much. Take me with you. oh yes, I’m reading. Brown sugar these days.

life is funny.

Love,

Sandra