Belongings & Longings on the Long Road

I remember vaguely, like as if the photograph's gotten faded

if not completely then at least the edges have gone

.. probably been so for a while, just I didn't notice, or maybe

 I just was preoccupied by all these things around me 

I have to figure out and organize and sort out logistics-wise

then rearrange it all until I understand why

how and when and the question of it's sanity is a relative question

but I don't mind it much, it's just I got this longing

for something less complex yet way less of an easy death

I'd rather belong and own nothing than have it all 

and be longing

.. but that's between me and the Long Road, ain't it?

Author's Note

wip