I am in the boring now.

The routine of day to day necessity.

It’s what I wanted. What I craved.

Be careful what you wish for and all that!

The unpredictable past haunts my mind.

The Chaos never goes away.

The Chaos has a file. A compartment.

I can safely go to that compartment.

I explore who I was then and let it go.

This is perhaps the luxury of survival.

I am exploring the boring now.

I like it.