Tag: Growing up

  • longer

    A poem about why we won’t give up remembering every second

    Victoria Munteanu

    we stand in doorways to avoid leaving the room

    we keep drinking from cups left with just the ice

    we keep begging to be forgotten

    in a world where we wish every moment lingered longer

    maybe we should put more effort

    maybe there is life within every word

    maybe the world is ours

    maybe we need to stop saying goodbye

    running from connection

    running to forget it all

    it’s all in our heads I swear

    and it just won’t pour out

    why do we pretend to make a bigger effort to forget

    everything that’s hurt us, than admitting we want to make an effort to listen

    and stay put?

    why do we linger in doorways?

    to make the moment last longer, to make it all harder to forget

    2025 Victoria Munteanu | All Right Reserved 

  • Everything and Everyone Has a Soul

    If you disagree, you just think about things differently than I do

    I believe there is a soul within every part of life we interact with.

    The dictionary definition of a soul is: emotional or intellectual energy or intensity, especially as revealed in a work of art or an artistic performance.

    It does not make me too caring or too emotional to put meaning into everything and everyone; it makes me myself. I think the world should be kinder to what we interact with.

    That sign you pass, by the road you drive on every day, says “Hi” to you as you drive by, and notices your hair’s changed. Don’t you feel it’s energy? It’s life behind the nothingness you assign to it? Do you feel it? Do you? I do. I think everyone should.

    I’ve met many people who have deemed others “soulless” as to suggest they don’t care for anyone or anything. I just think that’s wrong, I am that way lot’s of times. I don’t care for much sometimes, and I think that’s a whole different problem because my soul is still there. I cannot care for you and still see your soul before you look at me. I can hear it in your words and see it in your face. I don’t believe it is always a good soul or a bad one; I just know it exists. And I do my best to acknowledge it within my own and coexist with it. I think love stems from that.

    Even when you detach yourself from everyone and everything, you stick yourself with that, the detachment you think is so healing. Your soul wears your feelings louder than you’d imagine. 

    Why does a mood shift in a room so suddenly and why do you feel someone’s emotions as they walk by sometimes? Their soul aches those feelings amplified. When you notice these things and when you begin to feed your soul with the energy you believe in, you will find yourself staring down the hole that is love. When you want to feel nothing, you feel everything. You love the pain you feel when you are alone, you still love.

    Being yourself is letting your soul stick out of your body on the outside. Doesn’t that sound so vulnerable? Guess what. It is!!! That’s the whole point! It is hard to be vulnerable because it quite literally feels like you are turning your skin inside out and showing it to the world to poke and squish around. Maybe hiding out is better, maybe finding someone whose soul wants to hold your hand is better, maybe maybe maybe.