I am not joking.
My name is not the one I
was given at birth.
I have outgrown many
clothes,
Many false identities
Stepping out.
How do you pray?
What do you pray to? Pray
for?
When?
Come on.
Where are we going?
Down here, to this place.
This place is shut down.
Nobody comes here any
more.
It is polluted, there is
litter everywhere.
A homeless person slept
there.
An animal died there.
This place is really sad.
Where is this?
It is now, it is here.
Get ready.
Get ready to build a fire
here.
Get ready to say
something truthful out loud.
Hey, spirit, I'm sorry.
Hey, I'm scared.
I'll start picking up,
What's my name?
There are people who can
tell me who I am.
But first I have to clean
up.
Make this place beautiful
again.
That's what my soul told
me.
What I have to do.
Please help me.
(Article changed on November 9, 2018 at 12:46)