Cityscapes #1

walking those streets
unfamiliar, yet

trying to make home what does not feel like home

the only constant in life is reshaping
of who you are and spaces you are dwelling in
constantly meeting yourself within realms
of the unknown

i have become estranged to myself
too often, searching

i am still aiming to take my gound
cultivate my soil, establish my roots

they have not been given to me
i’m an aerial root
longing for soil

like a flower that emerges from a fissure in concrete
a flower that hooks its roots inside rocks
i have tried to make myself indigenous
to whatever surrounding
there might be

the stranger within me is a stranger to myself
adjusting, aligning, assimilating

but the ME within me keeps
waiting for a like-minded pack of lobas
a family to belong to
one day

between rocks or concrete
capabale of rooting

“The self is only a threshold, a door, a becoming between two multiplicities”
Deleuze & Guattari – A Thousand Plateaus


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