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.