the floor of my room is
covered in color-coded
boxes with labels
and yet i can’t quite fit
myself into one.i am between two universes:
not quite home, not quite
ready to build a new one.
not quite me, not quite
sure who ‘me’ even is.embracing ambiguity
was never my strong suit;
i’ll fold my body into a box
of my winter clothes
in hopes that
i will dig myself
out in
a few months.
finding me, leaving home. how can i pack my entire childhood into a box? // a.s.m
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