Everything that’s not in a box ought to be.
One day this room will be clean.
Completely clean.
The floor will be empty.
The walls will be bare.
The clutter clear.
And then it will all move to a fresh floor.
In a fresh room.
In a fresh place.
My chaos in a cardboard box.
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2 comments:
Bryan,
We keep meeting in the most random places...ha! So, thanks for sending me the email for the blog, happy to keep up on your thoughts, perceptions, ramblings, and intuitions. You take care, bud!
April Frank
your junk is so fresh.
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