Transposing

Transposing by Tia Soleil (@_tiasoleil)

Walking down the road, heavy bag, heavier heart. Confess to worn out friends, I think  diaspora is the saddest word ever. Why? Make some shit up about liminal home once you  move. I just don’t like going away. Call myself a migratory bird. Birds, wings, flying. Not a  bird then. No wings. Just a mosaic of past and things. A toddler at mother’s leg who clings,  sobbing. But invisible. Mother doesn’t know. Go visit museums and admire art. Try to  replicate it with irises. I am moving in a week. Good. Static is scary. Decorate time with  rhythm and poetry. Eat fruits peeled by dad. Hope to be capable enough to peel him fruits  someday. Swallow fruit with the lump barricading throat. Stop time. Grow up but don’t let  anyone grow old. It feels sad to get what you have always wanted. Fear, oldest friend.  Abandon me. Diaspora feels like abandonment. Pack life in a box heavier than heart. Look  forward. Don’t worry. Become museum and art. Fill irises with tears and marvel. Keep thinking, What is the saddest word ever? Diaspora. And static.

Tia Soleil is a pen name for a student and writer. Her muse is the world and its sundry vast glories. When time isn't killing her, she kills time engaging with art and academia.