Behind

I´m deconstructing my life. Tiny little tidbits piled on tiny little tidbits until, in the end, all will have to fit into one single lime green suitcase. It´s a curious thing: seeing your life confined to little squares of commodity that can be packed away with ease or stored indefinitely somewhere where time and absence won’t harm it. Some things I have to close the book on. Some things won’t fit into squares and disagrees with being concealed in storage. All the while I feel nothing and I think even less. When I attempt to view the present tense from the outside I do sense I large sadness, but at the core, always, is he. And I know that I can make my home anywhere, as long as he is there with me, unpacking those boxes. 

Carly Comando – Everyday