it's funny how when i look at my room, i'm looking at my brain. it is messy and organized. cluttered and cleared. silly and serious. joyous and sobered. it is a pure contradiction. i don't know how to organize it. my being is a haphazard mess. i can look one place and see a collection of the past. or maybe i'll look to the left and see a pile of the present--undisturbed. to the right i see my future thrown one way or another. that one is the messiest, but i don't think it's the worst.
it isn't good that i'll leave right here and right now alone. i should be taking care of this moment. i'm not, though, and that's probably why the future is such a mess. what's to come won't get together if i can't get what's now together. they build on each other. they build on each other.
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