Saturday, September 09, 2006
Nothing, but everything
Packing up my life once again
Compartmentalising; sorting; packing away
Picking up the shreds of my existance
placing them in a suitcase
A top here, a book there
A life here, transplanted elsewhere
Nothing has changed
but everything.
Am I ready to leave tomorrow?
By leaving, what am I losing?
The room goes misty, surreal
My two lives will collide.
insatiable at 4:11 AM
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