moving

Fuck, I'm starting to hate moving. The whole idea used to be exciting, but now that I'm moving for the fifth time this year it just bombs.

Packing sucks.

I'll build you a house. Every stone will be a tear and you will never move out. Yes, I'll build a little house for you. It has no windows, no door. Inside it is dark and no light penetrates within.

Yes, I'll make you a home. And you will be part of the whole thing. Stone by stone, I wall you in. I will always be with you.

Without clothes, without shoes, you watch me at my work. With feet in cement you brighten up the foundation. There will be a garden outside and nobody will hear you scream. Stone by stone, I wall you in. I will always be with you.

What a beating, what a hammering. Outdoors it fades to dusk. All nails stand to attention. Into your body-wood I ram.

Stone by stone, I wall you in. And nobody can hear you scream.