moving diary

My black boots are now

waiting for a new home in Germany 

left on the street 

on a dark badly lit 

night,

walking in non leather brown 

having packed three boxes of books 

and various fabrics ;

table cloth for the non existing table, 

bed sheets for the non existing bed, 

packing in boxes 

because packing 

means thinking ahead. 

letting go of so many items 

i mightn’t 

had i chosen to stay 

and fight for my on way 

in a world where 

it and me are 

a the_screamunacceptable dare.

 

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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