Packing

Looking at my dry skin and anxiously rubbing it with lotion
Looking into the reflection of my reddening eyes
Gently touching the huge pimple on my back
Sighing...



Packing my bag for a trip my heart is not ready for
One bag for me, one bag for the things i'm bringing for people
How heavy is 20kg again?

Why doesn't my heart sing for joy?
Why is it heavy and numb?
What am I missing?
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Was telling Fer just recently that perhaps I've been in this "work, focus, persevere" mode for too long that inertia has set in and I don't know how to feel otherwise. I told Chaco that going to Australia was like a kind of dream or fantasy that you eventually wake up from because it is not real. Cos right now, I'm not sure what reality is.