Soul Patch...

I'm closet crazy...

I really need to clean these bones from behind that door of what I could never find a way to properly store...

I'll get to the carpets too...

Just amazing how much stuff can be swept beneath such a small rug...

I don't even own a house broom...

I've been leaving the door open with the light on for myself...

As an invitation from me to me to step inside and start to clean...

All these mementos of where I've been...

Again I sit in the silence and listen to what it has to say...

Sometimes nothing can say alot...

The sedate weight of this train of thought is something that I've always fought...

Let the arguing begin...

I guess it's never really ever ended... Seemingly I haven't really befriended my hoarding other half...

And he's taking up an awful lot of room in my modest closet...

And he seldom wears most of those shirts... My chest god damn hurts stretching into most of these clothes...

Nevermind patching up all those holes...

I need to let some of these things go...

Wear what fits... and focus on sewing up this soul...


                                                        ELI