Every shelf has a purpose.
Every shelf has the space.
Every shelf has the clutter.
Every shelf has the dust.
Every shelf has a masterpiece.
Its a closet.
The closet has a door.
The door has a knob.
The knob has the rust.
The rust keeps away the hands.
The hands that would open the door to the world outside.
The hands that would open the world outside,
to the world inside.
The closet is my BRAIN.
The closet is my MIND.
