To Where I Want To Be
The packing barely took a day. I filled the boxes quietly. All the colors of my life Fit so well, so neatly Into their square allotted Spaces. If only life were like that, I sighed into the silence. If only everything had its small allotted Space, and never strayed outside its Lines. But life is never square, No matter what the classicists say. Life is a set of circles upon circles, Every color bleeds into the next, ...