In a way, in the sense of becoming, of blooming, blossoming
I was giving away my name, laying out my eyes on the table before me
slowly I asked for; something.
*
I don´t think it ever came to that
patience, guidance, maybe reluctance at the facts and the defeat
but you cannot win if you cannot lose
My dad´s words are ringing against invisible nets in the back of my mind
vibrating; catching flies with honey
Kill it with kindness
and I will never need any weapons nor any claws
now just moving steadily and even more stealthily, a shadow is sweeping
my memories and tidying up in my soul, we can´t have ruins and castles
and all this bullshit has got to go
*
With it I go
quietly
leaving by the backdoor, handing over the keys to me, the monster; the animal; the perpetrator
cleaning up my life.