Here is the poem, the piece of my heart I left with the wonderful people I met at Malvern House…
Take care of it, sweet angels. Love you all xxx
♥ ♥ ♥
Leaving again Leaving always To lose myself and find myself all over again. What a beautiful adventure life is when you know someplace where your heart is and will always be. London is one of them for me… A place where I keep coming forth and going back to, A place where I know I belong one way or another. Because people have accepted me here - just as I am - they’ve seen the creepy and dealt with the crazy little little me… but didn’t try to change any pieces of my personality. They left an open space to my creativity and did not attempt to confine it in a cage, or in a cave, or underneath earth. I found inspiration here - at last - in this city I now call the city of my heart… I found inspiration in the hidden corners, in the customs and accents, but most of all, I found inspiration in the people… You are part of it now as well as everyone else I met along the way this summer; You belong to it, to this world, this universe of my creation. You’re another bunch of stars that’ll keep shining in me and nourishing my poetry until my days end and my writing feather’s put down. The school is part of it too. Its valued multiculturalism making it so precious and so pure, in each and very aspect of it, has made every single of my days sound like a worldwide ballade and look like a microcosm of a giant world gathered in just one place. And even though all this feels like unfinished business, I hope you’ll still keep in mind all these words I wrote down for you… Read them carefully, handle them with care and remember nothing and no one’s never too far when a piece of their heart lies within your arms.