― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
[text ID: People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.]
-Anaïs Nin, 1939
There’s an ache of eighteen. In the back of the car with your mother. In your childhood friend’s home. In hallways you’ve walked a thousand times. In the shortcut home from school. In the marks on the wall long outgrown. In your last assignment. In packing your life into boxes. In a space with people you grew up and apart with. This will not come again.
Life returns to fleeting moments that must be gripped tightly for fear of losing them; you return to the kitchen floor.
The edge of childhood. Please take my hand. Please don’t let go.
Poetry, art, occasional Harringrove 3 - all of my fandoms haunt me - she/her - bi - libra - 19 - 💚💙
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