Litany of fatigue
Jan. 19th, 2006 07:37 pmI´m tired.
I´m so fucking tired of packing. Tired of packing for holidays, trips, moving flats, cities, countries.
I´m so tired of trying to fit my life into little square boxes. Of trying to decide whether I really need something, whether I just want to bring it, whether I´ll miss it months later far away when I can´t ever see it again.
I´m tired of trying to remember where what is. Of knowing I own something but don´t actually have it. Of trying to remember what city it´s in, or whether I´ve finally thrown it away. Of forgetting where I´ve stored things. Of looking for things, not knowing whether they´re even in that city, much less that little nook behind the closet.
I´m tired of starting over.
I just want to go home.
I´m so fucking tired of packing. Tired of packing for holidays, trips, moving flats, cities, countries.
I´m so tired of trying to fit my life into little square boxes. Of trying to decide whether I really need something, whether I just want to bring it, whether I´ll miss it months later far away when I can´t ever see it again.
I´m tired of trying to remember where what is. Of knowing I own something but don´t actually have it. Of trying to remember what city it´s in, or whether I´ve finally thrown it away. Of forgetting where I´ve stored things. Of looking for things, not knowing whether they´re even in that city, much less that little nook behind the closet.
I´m tired of starting over.
I just want to go home.