The lists tend to help me
Lists for packing
Bras, button downs, belts
All the chaos becomes order that I am lacking
Lists for my day
Get fish, get healthy, get poster board from the dollar store
Help ease the disarray, ease the stress
With day to day things
Lists for my life goals
Make friends, make good grades, make a perfect life
But this ordered chaos
Still has holes within the system
That runs my life
List for my feelings
Become happy, become content, become calm
Not something a simple list can guide me to
Creating healing through lists
Trying to organize the raw unfiltered primal part of humanity
Through pen and paper
Lists for my lists
List this, list that, list it all
Seem to fall apart
When I realize
That a list cannot solve all of my problems
Like a golden key to unlock all of life’s mysteries
But that I must do it myself
