07/06/2023
Living away from home is not for everyone.
You must have a big heart, big enough to pack up everything you leave:
Joys and pains, friends and loves.
This cardiac baggage beats even when you touch a floor that does not belong to you or when you are lying on a mattress that does not have your shape and an uncomfortable pillow, and you look at the ceiling wondering where are you going?
Friends that are not yours, a city that is not yours.
You must have a big heart, so big to do new things.
A heart that sometimes fears that others have forgotten about you, because the present has taken control of their lives.
A big heart, but not too strong... and
so that's where it stops.
He's under arrest, he's confusing you and he doesn't know who you are.
So you lie on the mattress that has now suffered a bit from your weight, and the pillow is softer on one side and you wonder who you are becoming beyond wondering where you are going?
Because when you leave, more than moving to a place, you go to a destination, yours.
We are made of another paste, who has not lived it will not be able to understand it.
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