Reflections on week 1 - Janusz

I arrive. I unpack.

I expect and I accept.

I drink coffee and buy food.

I paint and paint again.

I watch and listen.

I write and rewrite.

I read and fall asleep.

I move and I can’t move.

I get emotional and I get frustrated.

My body aches and tells me "no”.

I smile and laugh out loud.

I roll and I smoke.

I feel and feel nothing at all.

I speak when I want to be heard.

I ask when I need answers.

I talk when unnecessary.

I get up because I want to.

I close the door when I had enough.

I succeed when I get it.

I construct and reconstruct.

I’m coming towards you and leave you with nothing.

I’m dressing you up and taking it all off.

I like and dislike.

I confuse and get confused.

We call, we talk, we wait, we crave.

We want to have it all, here and now.

I don’t remember my grandad.

I don’t know my father.

I thought I knew myself.

"You grow up the day you have your first real laugh - at yourself.” Ethel Barrymore