Category: Spring Cleaning

I spent the whole day in my head,

doing a little spring cleaning—

sweeping out old thoughts,

rearranging the ruins,

throwing away the versions of me

that never learned how to stay.

I dusted off memories

I swore I’d forgotten,

found feelings in corners

I thought I’d buried on purpose.

Funny how the mind keeps things—

the good, the poison, the almost-healed.

Funny how even the broken parts

fight to be remembered.

And yeah,

I’m always dreaming—

of better days,

of quieter nights,

of a life that doesn’t feel borrowed

or blurred around the edges.

Some days I clean.

Some days I collapse.

Some days I live entirely in thoughts

because reality feels too sharp to touch.

But I’m trying—

even if the progress is silent,

even if the work is invisible,

even if the only one who sees the difference

is me.