happiness in the small moments
I want to declutter my brain,
to get rid of the names,
of people I’ve met,
that I’d rather forget,
I want to declutter my brain.
I want to declutter my brain,
of memories that pain,
and let go of that mess,
and have more space, not less,
I want to declutter my brain.
I want to declutter my brain,
then fill it with goodness again,
the hugs of a child,
their laughter and smiles
I want to declutter my brain.
© Ceenoa
I fear it shall take a lot of time, it’s quite, quite messy in there 🙂
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Thansk WD. I really, really wish I could open my head and sweep it all out. I want to store the good things, but all the rubbish keeps intruding. I shall keep piling up the good stuff in the hopes that it eventually takes over (in a bloodless coup) and boots out the bad 🙂
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That was a dab bit of expression, so I am sorry that this piece of ridiculousness sprang to my thoughts!
I want to re-order my ,
of things big and small that may be unkind.
but keep any good bits that I happen to find.
Oh, but my mind has a way,
of disregarding that which I say
and refusing to throw things away.
So I’ll get a large holding box,
that once was useful for unmatched socks,
and such as has extremely strong locks.
I’ll lock all the disordered inside
and through a crack just especially wide
I’ll poke out my tongue as they cower and hide!
Hahah – love it Mum. Especially the tongue poking 🙂
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Indeed. Thanks Ruth
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Totally with you on this. Besides the bad, I’d like to get rid of useless stuff too. Such as old commercial jingles. I’d probably do a lot better remembering names and books I’ve read, if it wasn’t for “plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is,” banging around in there. 😉
Ceenoa 
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