Somewhere on the other side of the world is a person that is just like you.
Someone with the same desires, interest, concerns, trivial pursuits…
That person could even be living right down the street.
How far would you go to find your other self? How far would you go to find you?
These days I can barely even make it to the kitchen.
I’m ready to run away again. I’m ready to disappear. I’m going home to live with mother and you won’t hear or see me for years.
Going to give my bed to my lover. Going to give my love to another. This is where my world flips over and I get carried away by the wind.
60 fingers, 12 hands, 6 men did carry,
My father’s body to his final slumber. I can’t recall the moment, it’s a terrible thing to not remember. It’s a terrible way to live in wonder.
This isn’t me and it never was. I have been a stranger to the both of us. Chicken hearted and afraid to hurt you, afraid to feel the shame.
Listen to the sound I make through the ceiling.
Is it laughing or crying?
Through a wall it could be either.