how strange it was,
to see the contents of my life through her reactions

how she kept giving me astonished looks,
as if to say, “you must be joking, you’ve done that too?”

we go along
we make choices
we do what we want, what we feel, or what we should

what does our heart long to end up with?

in the world beyond
what matters is the realness we bravely and humbly hold