2015
07.28

Written as a series of around ten short one page poems I wrote one night many years ago when I was feeling quite angry and bitter and upset indeed.

one day I will go to a place where I cannot be found
and I will tell no one whither I am bound
for my words to live I have to give them of my own life
and one day I will fade
my words the only things
which remains
and it will not be enough

one day I will go to a place where no one can find me
where no friendships or duties can continue to bind me
where I can once again be free
to just be me
and me alone;
everything else will be gone
and I will leave my friends with this and only this:
words and stories
shards and fragments
of what I was
that can live on without me

and it will not be enough

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