I'm going on a trip, one that cleans out closets and frees up mind space. This trip won't cost me anything, and perhaps I'll gain some value in exchange. First up in the freeing of space in that closet that noone really treads near is my soul. For one penny someone can claim my soul as their own, but read the fine print, because with that soul comes opinions, and with opinions comes the mind. The only thing you will not get in this package soul deal is my heart. My heart has already been rented out to various people for various reasons and they know who they are. Each one has their own little apartment (not to be confused with compartment) and they are thriving there. The next item up for bid in this rather crowded space that I have yet to do spring cleaning in awhile is my confidence. Seeing as I have very little of this left, but it is slowly building and the interest rate I find a little high it is going to the highest bidder. Put a price on the confidence that you see fit. Now that is more than five things down that I have freed. My heart, mind, opinions, soul and confidence. I am starting to see some light in this rather dark closet after all. If you are still with me searching for items that perhaps you need and I have then you can buy my humor for a dollar, this deal comes with wit, and sarcasm so you get a really good deal and perhaps you needed to laugh a little more than I did. We are once again shredding light into the density of my person. So we have so far, soul, confidence, mind, wit, humor, opinions, and sarcasm. Wow so far quite a few things have been cleared away. Now it's time for the heavy stuff. If you are looking for baggage, which I'm sure some of you are (Seeing as an increasing amount of humans seem to think they actually have baggage) I have some for you. This includes fears, tears, anger, angst, and anything that could possibly be shoved in them. You can unload your baggage into my baggage and we will eventually have a yard sale to sale our baggage side to side. So that leaves us with friendship, love, understanding, a listening ear, and a good strong shoulder in which to cry. These are the things that I leave in my closet, for those that need them as they come. Perhaps you will be the next to needs to borrow my love, or friendship. Maybe you'll call and need me to be the foundation so you don't crumble. This all started with cleaning my closet. Poetically injust and perhaps a little weird, but I made a dollar and a penny, perhaps gained a little perspective, and found a way to unravel myself without doing bodily harm to anything. With that in retrospect I think I'm doing better than someone with a million in their pocket and noone to love or trust.
