2:42 AM

The nerve of me to blog…

Clothes are strewn all over the dining table, chair, floor, couch.

My luggage is still left gaping.

Still empty.

And here I am writing.

This is what you call displacement.

I know what’s happening.

Because the moment I zip up it is going to  be official.

And I think I am not yet ready.

I don’t wanna be ready.