first week.


Everyone else is saying “home”, while I say “here for now”. Back at uni

life is so scheduled, so safe,  so secure, no

one really has to try that hard to keep living.

The sky is already hinting at clouds, that the sleep of

winter is upon us tomorrow.

It doesn’t matter. I am still wandering around in light clothes

freezing these moments with my stupid little camera

Russian-roulette style. Sketching skulls in charcoal sticks because I can.

This is not real life, we are not this tame once released

but for now, it is easy-peasy

we are fed, clothed and taught what to do.

Blessing. I hope Tata can be proud of me.