zarina

There's a piece of tinsle caught around one of the branches of the tree outside my window.
It dances in the wind.
Sparkles in the sunlight.

I wish it was me.

I sit in my pj's on my bed, by the window.
Listening to Ani and gazing out the window.
I want to dance freely around my room
but my floors are covered in the remains of my every day life and momentos of my past.

paper crane memories
paint brushes and paintings in various degrees of being finished
poloroids and old snapshots
Empty rat food box and a need to do laundry
A text book that I've never opened.

I don't have time to sort through it all
What to throw out, what to save on shelves and in boxes, what to display proudly on the walls.
I just want it to be gone.
I just want to be the piece of tinsle dancing in the wind

xoxo
-Zarina

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