clut-clut-clutter

i am messy. my physical space is never fully uncluttered. there is always one loose paper on my desk that i don't know where to file. and thus too my mental space operates. the one unsorted feeling, that last messy thought has to be tossed away in the secret drawer of my mind. once in a while, it all spills back into my life. my life hinges on sloppiness. on sloppiness it will unhinge.