Written Words – Transient

I’m layering my life over theirs, the bits and pieces that I carry with me draping the room like a thin scrim. I can see another life here, someone’s memories and dreams and passions, but I can’t understand it; I just unpack my bag and pretend to have a home for a few days: toothbrush beside the sink, glasses on the nightstand, and knitting on the floor.

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