Nineteen

I’ll never be the same (and, baby, that’s okay)
Each day turns anew
And is different than what we knew
It is in this that I change too

I’m not “supposed to be” anywhere
anything
anyone
but here

It is through happenstance,
mistakes,
and the sheer beauty
of existence
that I exist today,

here

I just am

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>the beauty of the universe<
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Iwenttothelaketodayandwantotwriteapoemtosolidifythefeelingoffloatinginwateranddreamingintheskyandbeingwithsomeonewhomakesmefeelalright