how could i not be myself?
how could i not listen to what earth was telling me?
nature pulled away and i disappeared in appearances
i lost my laugh between the third and fifth floor of success
age raced, stars kept falling;
their stories extinguished
never to
be retold.
can’t prevent nature from fading
can’t prevent the laugh from wasting
can’t prevent the stars from smothering
can’t prevent the earth from swallowing
those
stories.
it is just that…
luck is not to be found in people or prosperity
it is something to be saved little by little
in my attitude
towards
the world.
Eva van Beek 