Another one-way trip.
A single ticket.
A full suitcase.
I didn't bring enough clothes, there was no space. I have fulled every single centimetre of that big container.
But not with objects or useless material things.
I put inside emotions, memories, bad and good things.
It's full of disappointments, delusions, remorses, shortcomings. But also dreams, desires, hopes, adventures.
Different trips but the same suitcase. Blu as the sky and the sea, almost to seem deep and immense enough to hide the content inside.
Sometimes, it's light-blue like the transparent water of a stream. Or better, like a guy's light-blue eyes watching the sunlight.
This light-blue, instead, leaves transparent what's inside.
YOU ARE READING
The girl with the suitcase
General FictionThis is not a story. This is my story. Well.. it's me, my thoughts, my feelings, my life. It's me going around with my little suitcase full of things. I have never learned how to externalise my feelings, so I wrote about them. Enjoy • Daisy •
