Things

This is a story about things. Things that I have done. Things that I thought were fun. Things that misled me.  Things that behested me. Things that made me run. Things that felt like fun. Things that I have held, and things that I have felt, and things that drove me crazy, and things that drove me away. Things that hurt me bitterly. Things that I lust for desperately. Things that have stained my clothes. Things I observe from the tip of my nose. Things that took over me and things that got ahead of me.

Things to consider and things to do. Things that wither and all those that are new. Things long gone. Things I should pawn.  All these things I lose and all these things I gain.  All these things I choose and all these things of pain.

​This is a story about things I don’t understand and things I am expected to know. Things for which I have no plans and things in places I won’t go. Things that I cling to for far too long. Things that I’ve been through that felt so wrong. The childhood things that haven’t left me and the adult things that are coming to get me. Things that define me and things that confine me. This is a story about  things and all the trouble they bring.