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Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

I’ve been removing clutter lately.

Little by little.

Clutter before sleep.

Checking feeds, filling the mind,

making it busy for no reason.

That is the biggest clutter.

Because it matters.

You cannot divide your mind

right before you close your eyes.

Your subconscious keeps eating

whatever you served it.

And next morning

you wake up in pieces.

I want to wake up as one.

That’s what I’m working on.

Feelings I don’t recognize

sitting in corners of my heart.

We tried to be friends.

The feelings refused.

They arrive nostalgic,

vividly sad,

exactly when I don’t need them.

Maybe sadness waits

for a small crack

just to escape.

Clutter, oh yes.

Even on my head.

Dandruff dreams and shampoo promises.

Thousands of ads,

none for my real hair.

Someone will come again,

smiling through a screen,

saying,

we made this just for you.

Test it.

Try it.

Next day, no hair.

So be it.

A cluttered mind

with a shiny head.

No body shaming.

You are good

the way you are.

More clutter.

Someone drops by,

says, hey, I need a favor.

My body wants the bed.

My hand wants to switch off the phone.

But the heart says,

help him.

Your time matters.

Your life matters.

But kindness keeps pulling my sleeve.

The clutter of not helping

feels heavier

than helping.

I cannot carry that.

So tell me,

where do I dump

all this clutter?

Is there a site for it?

A place with big silent bins

for half–used worries

and expired thoughts?

Which parts can be recycled?

Which ones refuse to die?

Maybe clutter is not trash.

Maybe it is just evidence

that I have lived.

I am still learning

what to hold

and what to release.