Murakami

I've unpacked my baggage without my knowledge I'm on the mend, I'm eating solids this stranger thinks I'm familiar and it's taken time to be convinced that I remind them of someone they've seen since I'm done writing on my own and twisting my wrist to make sure there's still bone there's an awareness of the states that I fall into when I'm home routine, fading, hygeine, waiting only now, can I recall the words that you were saying as I boarded the plane for my brothers wedding you were looking for a softer place to land