afufle | (no subject) (Reply)

I threw out some old stuff this weekend, there seemed to be these odd little mites in it that get in anything that was out in the barn. One box held a love poem in it, written to no one in particular. I'm thinking twice now, wonder if I should fish it out of the garbage before monday, put it in a plastic bag, and try to figure out a way to kill whatever is on it. I don't have any money right now for chemical remedies.

But I need to get rid of stuff. I thought this was expendable, but looking back, I have found a few important things expendable, and regretted it. But who hasn't, I guess.

I just saw someone post their poetry and it reminded me of it. I was a little freaked out by the loneliness of it, the determination to find someone who didn't want me either. I didn't know how commitment shy I was, or how cold. Wow, I'm a chilly doll.