this morning #1035.

this morning, in the space between the front door & my bed, so much of last night was currently strewn across my apartment. it was as if a tiny tornado had torn through. oh right. when i made it home after four drinks or five, i decided it was the perfect time to go through the boxes that’ve been taking up space in the corner of my closet. not tomorrow. not next week. not any day for the last decade. last night was just right. i had to sift through my past before the inspiration passed. it’s passed. now i have to pick up the pieces & put them away until a later date when i can properly examine the contents, see what’s worth keeping. maybe i’ll find the time to sort through my history this weekend.