Clutter and dust
both occur together
collecting space around us.
Neither are necessary,
yet too often they thrive
inside our houses and minds,
dictating the direction we move,
the source of our sanitary neglect,
cobwebbed vision concealing life’s depth.
Soon enough the earth’s axis will stretch beyond excess
and its equatorial waist will flat line and collapse
on top of everything and nothing,
there will be no difference.
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
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Love this– the humor, the truth. I hate clutter yet can’t win the battle against it.
Thank you, my friend! It’s a Catch 22 — our brain won’t let go of the past, even if we haven’t used something for years, just knowing we still have it has intrinsic value. It makes us feel secure, while concurrently, making us go crazy w/ the chaos we box up & hide in our homes! Have a wonderful rest of your weekend 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
Thanks, you, too!