A Visitor
I am using the three slaps to find a place where I do not slap myself.
Nobody other than me can make me move myself.
I found a new home fitting this criterion, however tiny that might be.
The bottom of the nostril line.
I am going there to enjoy my new freedom.
I am closing my eyes.
The horse is still there.
The breathing has movement.
I am in the middle.
Sometimes it takes me.
Sometimes it leaves me.
I use its movement to practice my immobility.
My tiny home.
I cannot do much there.
I do my best to keep myself from getting on the horse.
I am getting used to my new tiny home whenever I have a chance.
I am happy.
I feel safe.
I am getting comfortable.
I know the neighborhood now; I am a resident.
I have full control.
I have full access.
I have full privacy.
I have immobility.
However short that might be.
I am safe and secure.
I invest my freedom to increase the length of my stay.
Then I find someone there.
How come?
What are you?
It is an itch.
It is itchy.
A sensation in my tiny home.
I am invaded again.
My freedom is compromised.
I am in 3 slaps case again.
The sensation comes.
I don’t know who or what brings it.
That is case 1.
The sensation stays in my home.
That is case 2.
Will I slap myself?
I let him occupy my home for a while.
He appeared but has not gone.
I am waiting a little, to see the off-case.
He has gone.
I am back in my house.
I did not slap myself.
I wanted him to leave.
And he left.
My freedom is compromised again.
But how, I do not know.
I feel cornered now.
Surprised and frustrated.
Is this sensation a thief?
My room is still there.
Is the sensation a horse?
I am still in my room.
Did he leave a trace?
My room feels the same.
Is he a thief, or a guest?
He takes nothing.
He leaves nothing.
He just uses the room.
just like I do.
And then leaves the room,
just like I do.
I do not feel fully at home.
But I do not feel that I should leave either.
Will he come back again?
What is he doing?
I am opening my eyes, again.