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Swimming in Bay

Let’s wait for the harvest

unrolling the hay

Living through freedom

And swimming in bay

Let’s cut the braided thoughts in our mind

Which aim to lead in heart the darkest fights

I’ll take the knife, you’ll take the scissors

and we’ll wait till moment please us

You give me hand

to step out of this void

Keep to my voice,

I know you desperately try it to avoid

Don’t dare you think twice that I m appealed by your wise

And purposeful opinion

You tend to express deeply, but you live in oblivion

coming out of bay, you decide to stay in a cave

Full of sorrows and pain, with desire to faint and never to wake

and there is me nearby, i will make you surprised by the tears in my eyes because it is so hard to survive

So

Why you stopped caring about me? You was my life,my air and my thoughts. You knew when I was sad while I was laughing in the company of others. You knew every tiny part of my brain and my feelings.

The funniest thing is not that you left but you swore that you are not one of those you were leaving me. You swore to me close and be like a right-hand for me. I didn’t want to trust but I did.

Being not sure that someone will read this, I have decided to share some thinking which has been processing in my mind for quite a long time. I am 19. “Only 19,″- you will say. But by this time I have understood what decides your life and your position as a part of a social construct. Success. Such an abstract word having no sense until you try it on your own. Feeling safe on a regular basis, not being afraid to step into tomorrow, and having an opportunity to provide your family with all the necessities. That is the success for an average person from Belarus. But we are not talking about the things happening there. Success is the key point. I do not mention only such type of success when you have nothing in the beginning  and work hard for achieving the goals you set for yourself. Today I would love to talk about the accident which led you to some kind of success. A ‘lucky’ success.

Several days ago I met a girl, a model with whom I was working, and she shared her story with me. Three years ago she was working as a promoter and was giving posters to random people on the streets. One day a man came to her and asked whether she would like to be a model because she looks exceptional. Surely, she agreed. That is not the experience that helped her nor her hard work. Now she is a well-known model who used to work with NYC Fashion show. My question is extremely simple. What about those enormous number of teenage girls who dream about that all their lives? Who is starving to look pretty? Who is putting much effort to be famous on social media? Who drops out of their college only to work full-time as a model and in the end she is fired because of the pandemic?

You are strong enough to reach all your goals and make your dreams come true.

If someone tells that you are not enough fuck them

I believe in you and never give up