i must fit my life into boxes.
there are no boxes that appropriately fit a life.
there are always too many gaps to fill.
so your life must be divided like cells.
split to fit into many boxes.
some large some small some medium
as my life divides some does not make it.
natural selection.
the weak is pruned and left to die.
as leaves or spoiled fruit decompose
so does my life disintegrate.
i don't feel like packing today.
love,
anthony
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