Becoming more

To remove myself from anything that bears my scent.
From walks upon the mountains, love upon the hills
From words spoken just to fill the space
From staring at rooftops below from a higher place
From walking for hours without a break
From addictions, that I, with my own two hands have bred
From traveling to find a little spark of light
From love I loved– from you– from love itself
From people that harbor me like a lost ship on a rainy day
From flying, of which, I am not afraid
From death that grazes my shoulders and kisses my lips
From living that has gotten boring these last few weeks
From taking what is mine, when I have no need for it
From giving what is mine, when I have no need for it
To remove myself– from myself!
From the orange reflection that grins
Every time I stare on a plain-dusty-untouched-shiny-new-thing.

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