sitting in the chaos of boxes and crap
the bastard thinks that a life of tumult is the life for he.
we had a massive upheaval last week in the office that I can't talk about right now.
but, it made me very aware of my place in this world.
it also made me grateful for my place in the world.
my place of tumult
in a sea of boxes
in the dark
waiting for to go.
to go across the river towards home.
my new home
my old home.
across the river.
the bastard has never been all that grateful. but it's time for a change.
you know who you are.