I can wipe away tears and wrap my arms around a friend to comfort him when I am saying goodbye to someone I have known since the day I was born but I cannot hide the turmoil so well when I crouch on the bedroom floor packing for him getting ready to live without him.
Did you notice as you were packing I was too Packing up things to give away Shedding what we don’t need Emptying the nest Literally And now the house is a mess There are boxes all around Books off their shelves Things out of place It’s not going to get better unless I take a stab At cleaning Organizing Transitioning Because the house is just a mess Without you
my friends they ask me why i haven’t packed. i say i do not know. when really it is quite obvious, i have difficulties with letting go. before i pack all my belongings before i’m ready to leave the nest i must pack up my soul and carry in it all i love. i need to take with me all those times my mom made me chocolate chip pancakes. i have to memorize the faces of every one of my friends until i can recall each of their smiles and traits. i want to fold my grandpa’s laughter like a shirt that i can tuck away in the drawer of my mind. and i want to hold on to those moments, the one’s that make letting go so hard. i think that if i manage to pack up every bit of my heart, then it won’t matter what i put inside my luggage. i will always be carrying home. no matter how far we are apart.
Today I go to pack my bags for what I need in the journey ahead of me A camera and four books (not quite a lot) And enough songs to last me for a week Then comes the clothing and the toiletries Packed compacted to last for a fortnight Then I'll pack some card based activities And something soft for my head to rest right And finally, a pen, pencil, and pad For my first trip with this site that I have
Leaving for a two week trip to Ireland and the UK tomorrow.
the rooms cultivate together the walls fold into each other try to save it for sunnier weather but i am too impatient too eager to get this splinter out when plumes of toxic feelings sprout
how do you walk away from the things that protect? will it ever be the day the tremors stop melting all the clay? in my mind the rain stings it melts into my pores it triggers the thoughts of things i once cared so much for it helps me see right now might not be how it is eventually
one day soon i will lie down in the tall grass and call out for the bright warm rays of the sun to take me into their force and keep me as warm as i need to survive in a place that fire cannot thrive.
Once again, we're set to head off, all of our belongings cramped and boxed up. We're hoping this will finally be our place to settle down, but we'll keep our stuff like this, just in advance for the next town. It won't be our home and I know this, we'll just have to leave again and again, never finding a place that we'll actually fit, but I'll keep these thoughts boxed up, in order not to get my thoughts down. We'll keep our stuff boxed up, in order to be ready for the next town. It's just a continous cycle of moving around.