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Its so croweded in here so I'm clearing out spaces 

the spaces in my heart

in my mind,

in my soul...

I've given up the physicalities

of twenty plus years of my life 

i cleared it out reduced to an array of slighty to mighty useful oobjects

and a containerful of life Tokens

Strange feeling this cutting loose 

digging through the brambles of memories 

What to keep, what to fade into oblivion?

memories such fickle ccreatures 

they don't like to let go of their triggers

like that love note you sent me twenty years ago...

too much happens in one day for me to remember,

a life of high drama leads to nothing but

the clutter of old grudges lost llove and cut ties.

my soul aches to be free of it all and find a new me

but my fears anchors of posseions won't let me forget,

my determination is a force to be reckoned with,

my sense of duty an endless ocean around a desert island 

Pretecting the integrity of nothing, space.

but I'm clearing spaces in my heart, in my mind, in my soul,

because the weights I've been lifting are so old, 

regrets are heavy, but I can't fold 

so I'm clearing sspaces for a new hoard one with endless 

capabilities to be stored,

of adventures and flights of fancy,

whimsical races to insanity

and marathons back to reality.

But never fear, my darling dear, 

theres a space that will never be cleared,

in my heart, in my mind, in my ssoul

because you live there. 

And where you are is home.