My personal mantra is I can't find..... my phone, my glasses, my pills, my keys, my purse, my shoe. no matter what object is named it has disappeared locked within a circle of manic searching.
Organization is futile when a skipping brain is in frenzied pursuit for the most logical, most convenient, most perfect location for each item of material existence. There is no magical assignment bin for this repetitive Hell.
My tangible world fights and taunts me pummeling me with it's sentimental importance. Boxes overflowing with plastic forms, mountains of polarized images, bags of paper reminders begin to fly and dance above me. I feel the cool air rush upon my face.
I can not waste this time, this life, this world looking for things. Everything I need has never been gone, just quietly, patiently waiting for me.
Organization is futile when a skipping brain is in frenzied pursuit for the most logical, most convenient, most perfect location for each item of material existence. There is no magical assignment bin for this repetitive Hell.
My tangible world fights and taunts me pummeling me with it's sentimental importance. Boxes overflowing with plastic forms, mountains of polarized images, bags of paper reminders begin to fly and dance above me. I feel the cool air rush upon my face.
I can not waste this time, this life, this world looking for things. Everything I need has never been gone, just quietly, patiently waiting for me.
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