cotton wool hearts

i have been travelling with my suitcase open for a while now. and it is not that i lost the key to the lock - i have no lock at all. it is not even that the suitcase needed to be aired. not even that i stopped caring about people seeing what's inside. it is just that the only places i get to go to anymore are so close to each other. and i have way too much stuff to unpack and pack again too often.

i think maybe my suitcase is too small for what i have got. i need to go and shop for a new one. or get rid of the stuff - some of it at least. or continue travelling like this. who cares, really?



i feel your breath searching through us when you're least breathing. i feel your thoughts running through our heads when you're least thinking. and i feel your desires rising between us when you're least desiring. and all of this because i've got an open suitcase. tell me then, would you like me to close it? because i wouldn't.

but if you still would like me to close it, i'll have nothing left to do but to clean up my skull and fill it up with cotton wool hearts. the one in my chest won't certainly do anymore. i'll even talk to my other personalities and tell them to do the same. you'll get a cotton wool hearted army. just for you. and your breaths. and your thoughts. but not your desires. those will stay hidden in the suitcase.

above all, make sure you really want what you think you want.