Transition

I feel lost in my personal space.

Nothing specific.

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.

My desires.

The priorities.

 

I have to let things die , out of the box.

And wait for the light to fill the gaps.