There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......