who am i?

I live life in temporary residences and share crumbs of toast with strangers.
My suitcase on wheels is a constant companion. I collect my memories on post cards.
I’m in love but I wear my commitment with distance.
“You’re my petal”. I’m a bunch of flowers wrapped in cellophane.
I’ll never grow if he holds me.
I chase my tail like the dog that won’t settle the by the hearth.
I use up my twenties with angry strides that end in queues outside Job seekers.
I’m lost. Find Me.