IF I DON'T COME BACK

I sow this boldness,
 leaning over my delirium,
undoing my embroidery,
hiding needles.
I guess I have unraveled my ego.




The sea has encouraged me:now
I'm larger than
any eye can see.

 I am so calm, so gentle
but I have my weird needs.

The grass is always greener

over there but I just observe.

(I guess I am getting tired of being myself)




If I don’t come back,
don’tsay I have run away. Just tell

everybody that my soul is on holidays

Karla Bardanza