It was a cheerful and peaceful day…
Watching a scene in a Comedy TV-show,
In which the protagonists were putting away
The things, which once belonged to a dead person…
She felt how REAL it was…
She looked around,
Her possessions…
Her books, diaries, recipe log
Her Scarfs, hood, socks…
Little drawings, paintings,
The still unpacked box of her belongings…
In which, there were things,
she had a hard time inspecting and organizing…
‘What will happen to these things,
this room’, ‘my photographs’,
after, I will no longer be here?”
‘Who will they be given to?’
Or
‘Will they be Burned?’
These were those unanswered questions that often
kept her awake at night
And distracted her during any work…
She wasn’t thinking about all this because she was feeling sad…
It was just something, she often pondered about…
As she firmly believed, that the world she lived in
Was fleeting…
That it is ambiguous, risky and
Unsteady…
Too much load creates difficulties for others too,
It seemed illogical to her,
For a human being who will pass in few decades to
Have so much stuff
They can’t even organize and remember
It felt unfair and futile somehow…
Her disorders taught her that, rigidly
Which is why…
Repeatedly, she considered…
That
She should begin to own and keep
As less things as she can,
To Live Life As A Traveler…
TheBookWarrior 
Wow like literally wow! This piece of poetry touched my heart. Yes we are here in this world for a short period of time. So we need to live our life like travelers.
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Then the purpose of Her-series has been accomplished 😊😊. Thank You ❤. Do check out the rest of the series ,when you have time ,too.
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“Her” really touched my heart. I look forward to reading more of your writings.
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😊😊
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