Take my heart

“I’m never going to want kids
or a house in the suburbs.
I’m never going to want a 9 to 5
and week-end bike rides
that end with watching a game with the same friends
52 times a year.

I want to meet a hundred more people
and live a hundred more places.
I want to be backstage
and on a stage.
I want to sell books
and turn them into scripts.
I want every year
from now until I die
to be different.

people say it’s good to settle.

people look at you with pity
for seeking a life of excitement

like you never learned to grow up
and you’re missing out
on all these years of sameness.

but what a wonder it is
to live life as a child!

you…
you were made for forest green kitchens
and elaborate home cooked meals.
puzzle Sundays
and backyard screams.
summer barbecues
every year
on the same date
at the same place.

traditions
and repetition.

me?
there are millions of lives to be lived
and the only one I know I don’t want
is that one.”

//

“ok fine.
take my heart.

take
it
and
make
it
yours
until
it
crumbles
in
your
restless
hands.

there might be
a million lives
to be lived.

but there’s no other life I want.”

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