Dismantling

Its amazing how fast I can dismantle my life. Well practised I guess. Wires unravelled, clothes in bags, big stuff in a pile and knick knacks scattered in every which way possible. Its chaos but
with a quiet subdued order to it. Well-rehearsed, emotionally cold and caught well within the moment of homelessness.

I am sat her in my underwear thinking that nothing really matters because I will wake up soon and the rain will have gone, the cold will be hot and the pain will be happiness.
Somebody pinch me I seem to be paralysed.