To keep a piece of you
would be impossible.
You are a tornado
tearing down my lighthouse,
even if I made room for you,
even if I barred the way in and
opened it up again.
But you will never come in.
you will never stay with journals and cameras
You’d rather spin around and strike me
And I would never leave,
because I will miss the tearing down.
5th of June, 2014. 4:54PM (DXB)
The Breathing Room