I walk the city, through its crush of people and its smells: body odour, rotting food, vomit and urine. A cocktail of oppression and freedom.
Emma Cameron
people city oppression walk freedom
The true test is wonwhen being togetherwithout saying a wordis everything.
silence together everything
Stella scribbledin thick black textaacross half the pagesof my best storybook, filled with people who venturedwhere their hearts took them. Beautiful worlds beyond mine.
people hearts beautiful pages worlds
I'm all alone, fuming at myself, waving a great flagof failure.
failure flag alone
One more year and I will be closer to wherever I'm going.
future closer
There're three reasonspeople get away from here: gone good, gone bad orgone dead.
good bad dead reasons
Growing up changes morethan playground gamesand body shapes.
growing-up changes
I'm justthe reason they married. Mum saysI was a surprise. Dad saysI was an accident. Truth is..I am their mistake.
accident dad surprise reason mistake married
It's nice to think that picking uncertain paths may not necessarily alter their destination too drastically, simply the journey undertaken to reach it.
journey destination paths
Instead, she's as stillas a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.
rain waiting still
I miss my brother likethe sea would miss saltif that were taken away.
sea brother
Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.
smile sun winter
Things should have beenso differentto the way they arenow.
different
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