Woke up with a mess in my head.
Tried to get organized, in vain.
Finally read this poem I had written ages ago, on my earlier blog, to get some inspi.
Felt good.

My dressing table:
Lotions, lens solutions, perfumes, deo sprays;
this cream, that cream;
earrings, bracelets, anklets, scrunchies;
Pick one up and down goes the other,
like dominoes they fall.
For there are way too many,
far more than i need.

Lotions way past their expiratory date,
scrunchies with lost elasticity,
those hideous earrings (what in the world made me buy those??),
old lens containers,
combs with broken teeth,
now in the garbage bin they lie.

My dressing table:
clean, neat, well-organised.

Should also do this with my head
once in a while.

Roads go ever ever on,

Over rock and under tree,

By caves where never sun has shone,

By streams that never find the sea;

Over snow by winter sown,

And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone,

And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on

Under cloud and under star,

Yet feet that wandering have gone

Turn at last to home afar.

Eyes that fire and sword have seen

And horror in the halls of stone

Look at last on meadows green

And trees and hills they long have known.

-Bilbo Baggins from There & Back Again

I'm back :)