Paying Guest

Inside, a sleeping angel breathes, waits..

Is this her home, or mine ? Why are we so different ? It feel so strange to write this down :

this, what I’ve always suspected.

Am I host, or guest. Do I ask permit, the next time I fly into a rage, throw a war, break into dark…

whom do I ask ?

 

Photo: Somewhere in Europe...photo by michael_hamburg69 via Flickr.

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