inthemaking

Mom

I long for a party, where I can dance the night away, forget the time and the day. Forget my head and just dance. But no party for me. Today. Just packing, and preparing to move. Found a box with my moms memories. All old memories in a box. Dusty and forgotten, just like that. We laught a lot going through all those fotos and texts, letters and posters. I wish she had shown me these things before. That I did not have to go around and find things about her life all the time. I want her to tell me about it.

Inga drömmar
denna natt
Sövd av alkohol
och skratt.
Flimmer som från en
trasig apparat
Ljuset från ett fönster
och ett tak
Inga drömmar
denna natt
Inget intrång
på min natt

for me.
Foton: Hedi Slimane