Friday, August 22, 2008

Packing

And when the time comes, you pack your bags and leave again.
You pack your bags, fold in your life that is stylized into pieces of clothes, fold in memories that you spent so long bringing together.
You take a deep breath, fold them in, and leave. yet again.
You wrap your stuff, you wrap your paint brushes, your watercolors, your sketchbooks and all along you wrap all the bonds and ropes so carefully yet lovingly sprang out of your core to other existences.
You take a deep breath, wrap them up, and leave. yet again.
You nervously move around looking for something you forgot. You move around looking for something. You move around looking for something to stop you, to push you to the edge, and just stops you from leaving.
You move around looking for something to stop you from leaving but you end up staring blankly at some pink painted wall.
So you leave. Yet again. Hoping that the next time you come to leave, something - or maybe in another lifetime someone - at the time you're looking around, would appear. Would finally show up, reach out, and yell the-"That's enough"-phrase and save you from being torn apart over and over and over again.

2 comments:

marooned84 said...

now that's very sad. I wanna leave myself so many places and so many situations, but I'm waiting and waiting it seems like forever. packing is the easiest part of leaving, deciding is the hardest.
leave and don't look back.

Zee Puppette said...

deciding is definitely the hardest. but after a while, the continuous leaving becomes just as hurtful.

I hope you never go thru it =)