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the tram that takes me

to Blaha Luiza Ter and back

building

discovering what’s inside
adapting with little questioning
little sleeping
full agenda
have great discussions
meeting beautiful people
feeling more self-confident
and still a little bit scared
changing in appearance
struggling on inside
planning for the team
often forgetting about myself

pieces of home

in hungary

long week


projects in school
sugar nights
bye-bye party in AIESEC
friends tears
graduation ceremony
bitter sweet butterflies
packing
moving out
hugging parents
flying away


I'm here
and now it will all start!

empty closet

my closet is empty now
my jewels are waiting to be packed

I'm having a hard time
saying good bye
good bye to home
to family
to friends
to him

I don't feel I'm wanted there
but I feel the people here
telling me not to go

he told me
it's hard to leave when you have roots
you're right, my dear!

we have 4 more days left

before and after... or NOW?

why is it that we split our lives in
before and after?

before and after high school
before and after surgery
before AIESEC
before and after poland
before hungary

before and after tonight

before him and
now!

is it that all things come to an end?
but why do we seek for the end
and not for what is happening?

will anybody measure his life in
before and after
me?

fragments of me

so tell me… what’s going on?
start with the beginning!
which beginning?
it was weird but I liked it…
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and what will happen next?
I don't know
it's hard to make any promise
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are you ok?
yes! and you? are you ok?
yes, I’m fine.
are you sure?
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you see? we want different things
it’s funny but sad in the same time
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am I the one with the most interesting life now?
it seems so… I just want to get it over with the thesis
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when will you get here?
I don’t know where I’m going to live…

we grow up

and we become more and more different
we choose our path
we build our career or our family
create a home

my friends plan their wedding
others plan their business
some of them buy houses
just a few have just plans

when will I grow up?
I don’t even know how to love…
or cook a fancy dinner
or have a real job

I’m somewhere on the way
from being a teenager
to a grown up
will you walk next to me on this path?

countdown

people around me started to countdown

I refuse to count days

I prefere to live moments

to enjoy time

to play

to feel