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[ticklemezombie]

it is such a surreal feeling;
packing your room.
finding notes, letters, feelings you forgot about.
deciding what items make the cut and which do not.

which material things will follow you into the future.
those that do not are tossed into a plastic bag;
to travel- to someone else- new clothes.

my room is transforming into a foreign place every day;
things are put in boxes within boxes to be kept safe on their journey
to a new place, a new home.

i am going to miss my mother.
i am going to miss the place i have cried,
loved, been loved, been fucked up, fucked up,
screamed, laughed.
Time to leave the nest.