I feel lost in my personal space.
A little bit of everything.
I am passing through a transition.
I feel my existence breaking into pieces.
Knowing that it's just the process.
Not something real or frightening.
Just a change.
A small or big change.
An empty box.
The cubes are on the carpet.
And I have to re-assemble my life.
I have to let things die , out of the box.
And wait for the light to fill the gaps.