limbo

I don't know if I'm getting lazy or if I have post holiday blues. Or maybe I don't know
Why I have agreed to being in limbo for the next 3 weeks in a town I literaly despise. Yes I'm back where I said I would
Never return, my place of birth. Yes the most discrimtating, racist little town. It disheartening.

I'm sure I will find something to do, I usualy do in my days of limbo, my second name could be limbo, living in the land of the still.

I'm visitng auntas house,watching greek tv, no I do not underdstand a word,and here I watch,a lovely backdrop
To my limbo.


I have this haze,glaze over my eyes and its freaky,this is what's going on. I smoke,I venture around from
Food courts to cemetries. Speaking of cemetries, today I visited one, of a dear person I lost in my childhood- laying there still,18 years ltr.
Mostlt I had some flashbacks and naturally decided I never want to lay in the ground- discarded cemetries and dying flowers, all loomed in the mix of the dead,
Mostly disrespected by those who steal parts off there tomb stones,hardly ever seen by those left.
No,I have decided I will have it put in writing,although I am young just so its known, when I die I will not go dust to dirt,rather cremate me
And blow me over tje river of the veld in letaba, to be visited by nature always.

Ok I'm not getting morbid,just realistic for a second, I know when I die I die, but lay me peacefully departed to a place I love,a place people love, a place that will not be discarded.

So limbo to cremation to live and love of life, and in death there is still some sort of life...