Minimalistic life

Two keys on my keychain
Six people in my phone
And two suitcases of stuff
Are scattered through my home

Unknown in the neighborhood
And without a favored place
I try to create daily habits
Between the unknown I face

I always stutter when I speak
Sentences are abstract and short
A synopsis of a foreign speech with
Body language as last resort

Two addresses in my agenda
Hardly any hobby’s to attend
I’m meeting a lot of nice people
But it’s hard to replace a friend

I’m not sad and I’m not lonely
These are the finest of my days
It’s just hard not to romanticize;
My abstract and minimal ways

x Ron