The blackness of despair is growing in the light of the others
No turning back from all that has a been
Where do you go from here
How do you climb up from a bottomless pit if you have not yet landed
Staying within the frames of sanity to keep the surroundings in place
Looking through the keyhole
Never opening the door
Locked up is the true image of yourself and she has swallowed the key.
Tuesday, 11 December 2007
Friday, 7 December 2007
Looking around in the house that I will be leaving, for ever, in eight days, I realise that nothing of me is in it. Just a few items that do not say anything about me:
some clothes,
5 books,
1 laptop
a few notepads
1 snowboard
1 knife
and that is basically it...
Still my bags will overflow as I pack them into the car and leave the shell of the home was sheltering me short while.
When you move, it is like when leaving a coffee shop. Although you have been sitting there for a while creating new memories, as you leave that is all you are. All the traces of you will be cleared away and no one will know what you were, are or will become.
I am just one
and that is all
some clothes,
5 books,
1 laptop
a few notepads
1 snowboard
1 knife
and that is basically it...
Still my bags will overflow as I pack them into the car and leave the shell of the home was sheltering me short while.
When you move, it is like when leaving a coffee shop. Although you have been sitting there for a while creating new memories, as you leave that is all you are. All the traces of you will be cleared away and no one will know what you were, are or will become.
I am just one
and that is all
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