Piles taller than me;
it’s time to deal with The Stuff,
creating lightness.
Dredging up the past,
memories only to keep;
planning to move home.
Thirty years hide here,
scrabbling beneath profound dust.
Maybe we’re crazy.
Piles taller than me;
it’s time to deal with The Stuff,
creating lightness.
Dredging up the past,
memories only to keep;
planning to move home.
Thirty years hide here,
scrabbling beneath profound dust.
Maybe we’re crazy.