you say the coast is clear, but you say that all the time

i cant help but wonder where this sudden urge to organize is coming from. i tell myself its good to do, especially in order to make moving easier and give myself more room to move about in my closet. ive dug out old shoeboxes stuffed with junk and even the wooden crate from the top shelf, the one full of toys. usually, i look through everything, reminiscing and then end up placing it all back in its compartments and putting it away until the next time. i'm ruthless this time, however, and i've been throwing out things left and right. one pile for goodwill, one for the trash, one for so-and-so...

there is no joy in this.

i found a box of photos in the spare rooms closet. i grabbed it, wondering how i had missed such a big box when organizing the rest into photo albums. after the first picture, though, i realized they weren't my photos.

perhaps it was looking through those photos that put me in a melancholy mood. but looking at the frames i filled, with old family and friends, sadness still overtakes me.