live in the moment

it’s weird when your life starts feeling real all at once

like one day you wake up
and the same halls
same people
same shifts
same routines

don’t feel the same anymore

girls i never spoke to already know my name
people asking me about the writing
callbacks turning into conversations
conversations stretching longer than expected
smiles that weren’t there before suddenly appearing every time we pass each other

and i’m sitting there like
what the fuck is happening 

but i think the craziest part is
none of this actually started today

that’s the illusion

the energy was already there
the familiarity was already building
people were already observing
already remembering
already connecting dots

i just wasn’t seeing it yet

i used to think life changed in giant moments

nah

it changes quietly
then all at once

one day you realize the girl smiling at you
has known your name for weeks

one day you realize the conversations aren’t forced anymore

one day you realize people keep finding their way back into your orbit naturally

and suddenly the world feels warmer than it did before

not because the world changed

because you finally stopped walking through it like a ghost

and now everything feels alive:
the writing
the interactions
the eye contact
the laughter
the late night texts
the music in the car
the feeling after posting something real
the nervousness
the excitement
the fear
the motion

i don’t know

this whole year feels like i’ve been slowly arriving somewhere

like the version of me i used to imagine
finally started breathing on his own

— Mr. Mak

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