When people ask about my life
I find ways to explain the weather, my classwork, and
the meaning of the cloud at that angle
The variety of books I read when I feel tired on Monday
My favorite kinds of tea and biscuits
How much progress I’ve fallen behind in my classes
The number of fountain pens and inks I’ve collected over a decade
Anything, anything about the shades of blue in the sky
That I haven’t spoken to my brother for several months
That it’s been over a decade since I’ve spoken to a real-life friend
That I’ve been missing calls from my mother for the last few weeks
That I don’t remember my childhood apart from a few moments where I’m not even sure if was a dream or not
That when I visited my childhood home, I felt the uncertain feeling that I will never be able to return
How the process of becoming an adult is often the same process of losing myself
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