My life changes as often
as do my phone numbers,
past in forgotten numbers,
inactive cards and lost contacts.
Like the dreams that went wrong
sometimes turned into nightmares.
every number for one dream,
every card for one disaster.
Country code changes with
every little try in the search
to find my tiny private spot,
not so many codes, not so many spots.
By the time i remembered new number
i had to forget another dream,
with every acquired card,
there was no one for my dream to share.
Saving new contacts, new device,
empty like the new life i just started,
filling it with desires and goals,
deleting and forgetting experiences.
Camera was there to witness all this,
pictures got lost, erased, misplaced,
memories stored on a sim card
became part in anonymous pile of waste.
Devices ended up in number of bins,
or forgotten in drawers, pockets,
new names, old dreams, known, deleted,
i pray for the last number to have.
I do not remember with what number i started,
but i remember all the lost dreams i hoped for
and i am pretty sure what i want my next number to be,
one that will be unforgettable.
There are codes i will never have to use in my number,
like all the lives i will never be able to live,
but my number will be one of a kind,
(not)available for some of you for numerous reasons.
(not)available for some of you for numerous reasons.
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