What you call home, I call temporary. Packing away the gifts I was given from a lying child. Box after box a memory is put in. I open the doors to the place I will now call mine, for now. I climb the stairs to the place I will sleep in safely. I put my things on the carpet floors and wait till the sun goes down. Just the moon shines outside my new window. My new glass eyes. I see the world different, for now. I strip away the tape and the cardboard separates. Every memory and time spent from the past, is free. You follow me. To a new house that is temporary. No matter how far I get, you will be under the sheets. Your figure stuck to the side of my brain, for now. Forever.