Brno, Czech Republic

Fear is eating me up again

What should i do

Let it happen.

Maybe this is the way.

This new place feels heavy on my shoulders.

It smells like boiled potatoes,

and I like it.

It projects me back in time when visiting my mother at work,

At the hospital.

Boiled cabbage, bent people, clogged voices,

My hunger.

My mother.

1-DSCN0823What is the lesson here, I wonder

 

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