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.