there is a need for a hiding place
where you can keep yourself intact
like the way you keep your old shoes
which you reserve for future use
hoping that someday you may change your
mind and wear them
on what occasion? there are coming
events in your life, no, it has nothing
with you wearing them, but them letting
you wear them again,
and they keep you hidden for a while,
thinking about redemption day, about an awakening,
they think that you are asleep that you need
a break in your life, like going away and then
coming back, when?
who knows? someone will know and give you
notices. They think you better be dead than alive
than being angry or depressed.
and who decides that? oh, they know better,
and so you go away, in another hiding place,
where you can always wait and decide whether
to see them again or not.
preferably, Not.
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