Cluttered desks are meant to help creativity. I wonder if the same is true for cluttered brains.
Maybe we need the chaos.
Maybe the chaos needs us.
We forget, as it becomes darker
That one day the Earth will go fully dark
The sun will burn no more
But not without letting out everything is has left.
It will scorch us.
We will be gone before there is a blackened sun.
We need the chaos. It is our beginning and our end.
Why then, is my chaos so frustrating?
If I lived so long, I should be watching he sun go out with a bang
In the stillness of chaos.
I’ll laugh and say, “but I have worse dreams than you.”