Seasons come and seasons go

Fashion changes, and your tastes as well.

Emotions are like a tsunami- one minute calm, then they begin to recede deep into my mind, only to explode from my heart- attacking all neighboring villagers…

and shattering, splintering my own heart along with it.

Suitcases fill and empty, fill and empty. Like a bathtub. Except with out a sweet rubber ducky spinning in circles as the tub drains

Walls are bare, covered, cluttered, cleaned off and covered once more.

A bed is made, and destroyed in sleep full of night frights.

A carpet is dirtied, dog hair, paper scraps, the paper cut out with a hole puncher, then quickly and halfheartedly vacuumed. Only to have the hole puncher drop and splatter paper circles everywhere again.

Leaves fall, grow, their colors change, they dry out and fall again.

All these cycles are generally dependable,

expectable,

almost comfortable in their

rhythm and reappearance.

Except for the tsunamis.