Baggage, Bio, Matchbox
Sitting on the fence, as they say
Cannot make up my mind, on this day
I have treasures, I have hidden memories
I have archives, I have a past that follows
Old contacts, old pictures, old names, old rituals
I have those things that i've gotten attached too
They have accumulated over the years
They are hard to let go
It would hurt to leave them behind
Uncertainty, for the first time in my life
I fear the future
I don't know what to expect
I don't know what am going to lose
I don't have a long-term or a short-term goal
Am at a standstill
I look back and I like how emotional and comforting the past makes me feel
I look forward, and all I see is nothing
I look at today, with an unclear lense
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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