Yes you cannot forget this. The beauty of it all. Of freedom, and no obligations.

You see, I don't have to worry anymore. There's a world
I will see. Come those months.
Then there won't be a home. I'll make mine
of skies and foreign lands. Languages so crisp from my tongue.
I'll come back accented.
Italian blood, bust, bread. My lad.

This thing in my arm might be fucking with my head.
This living situation
This constant solitude
This fantasy

Developments crash
But I realized, too late?
Well, that's to be said.
My spirits are free and untouched. There's a calm.

ineverwanttoleave.ineverwanttostopreadingthisbook.

Niki Burger

has a terrible obsession. But it is so good.
It started when I was young.
When I would spend hours in the trunk, with those fake teeth.
I'd wear the cape as well, but since then my image of the creature has changed.
And now I squeal like a giddy school-girl over literature and films.
Oh the brooding wonderful mess. Oh the idea of that romance.
Oh the funny obsession.

she doesn't want to leave, and she did.
Now look. There's nothing to see.
Back to the culture-hungry
Mine has been left, waiting for the return
to return, to return,
Return
She misses Uganda