Day: September 5, 2015

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“It’s not you, it’s me.”

he said, wiping at my tears,

“Can we still be friends?”

His soft touch and soothing words

bruise my heart in this kiss off.

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Cease your pat resistance

And open up your heart.

Parley with me in faith,

Insurgence is futile.

Terminate your pent hate,

Unmask yourself to me.

Love will flow betwixt us,

Accept it’s insistence.

To yield is not to cede,

End my shameless besiege.

So when travelling for an extended period or to more than 3 or 4 different cities and/or countries I caught myself opening with similar lines of dialogue and revealing my intentions with similar explanations in each interaction.

Whenever somebody asked me where I had been, how long I had travelled for, where I’d be heading next, where I’m from – I’d always have a response in the chamber to be sent down the barrel of my mouth.

It became so robotic that I started to listen to myself speaking about it mid-sentence and I became enwrapped in a maddening echo chamber where my spoken words and thoughts fought over each other.

I decided, without any particular motive but for the sake of different reaction, to vary my responses henceforth.

When people asked me why I had travelled I offered reasons ranging from; escaping England, getting away after a messy breakup…