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Jul 2021
Somewhere in between
a middle state
returning to the source
and you cant look yourself in the eye
you find you've lost all sense of smell
as a result your body has forgotten
how to taste
things that don't make sense
small rooms
bigger in person
completely new cells - only 300 days
completely new person - only 7

What can I do?
when you are my point of reference in love
there is so little to do
running to Europe
running to Spain
running towards a red clipper and 50 euros cash
poking holes to signify the grey area
the border between the know and unknown

You could draw a straight line
but it will never be
Do you know where I am?
I'm in the thick of it
lost in the city
I don't move much
but I'm not trapped
and I like it this way

My feet know these tiles
my arms know this length
in black and white photos
you can only see the light
when you've studied the darkness
I'm back in my Air Chrysalis
this time without warning

I am my baby blue
and she walks without moving
Written by
kirra  22/F/barcelona
(22/F/barcelona)   
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