messy

I want to be messy again.

To the time when life was a bit chaotic

Yet seemed to make sense.

 

I want to leave my bed sheets ruffled in the morning

And collapse back into them in the evening.

I want to drink lots of coffee

And spill it on my pile of nonsensical papers.

I don’t want to have a to-do list

And things to check off during the day.

 

I want to be messy again,

Like a child with no worries.

Nothing to gain and nothing to lose.

 

I want to walk around barefoot without a care in the world,

And I want my feet to get dirty as I go.

I want my brain to be scrambled with thoughts

So the bad ones go away.

I want to stay up late and wake up late too,

As if I have nowhere to be.

 

I want to be messy again.

To the time when life was a bit chaotic

Yet seemed to make sense.

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