I'm leaving

Stop knocking on my door, because I'm leaving. I carry with me what matters. If when in front of my house you still want some company, you can ask death to reach you, chat with my prejudices, hallucinate a little to change reality and find myself in another body looking at another sky. But dont't ask for explanations, because the words also come out knotted from my throat, and they get stuck long before they reach the paper. Stay in front of my house, if you want to, until your time is up. You are not alone and there will surely be someone to wind you up. I'm gone.