your childhood bedroom,
your teenage bedroom

you’re whole life,
boxed away and kept in the attic
of your parental home

you’re suitcase packed
a bundle of hope and
folded up ambition

your high school
where you made your first guy friends,
where you cried in public twice
and got your heart broken
dark, quiet and much more comforting then you’d ever known it to be

the desert land,
the soil of your home
in the middle the foam


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