Kirii Anastasiia

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I used to feel like a knife
cutting through the soft butter.

Like I’m supposed to be here,
anchored, amongst all of the things
blurred by long shutter.

Now I feel like a human,
kind of, in the wrong place.

In a city that loves me,
so it picks up a pace.

So it pushes me out,
makes it harder to breathe.

With every squeeze
I become more distant,
more lost,
filing for remorse,

and not getting a response
from the Universe.

Preparing to step out big
is a gig
with no plans, no outs or ins.

Trying to stay the same
is a game
with clear rules, yet nobody wins.

I came here four years ago:
one suitcase, one love, one dog.

I followed a pull of my own
and I’d like to recall,

what it feels like to know
where I want to go.