bonjour tristesse

"The city will have muttered,
“Get out for a bit,
perhaps the remaining void out there
matter. You won’t recognize the place
you’ve been living in,
anyway.”

Go on, watch the old man in the corner
of that subway platform on 6th and 5th,
reflecting, for several minutes,
the life your mother woke to
when she carried you in her womb.

Some take another look at him,
at you, the image of her in your face.
Perhaps the agnosia knows something unheard of.
Something that precludes the thousand reasons why
your conscience is louder than your own voice.”

-the universe is always speaking, but it’s an option to listen, Avery Veins 

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