Ode to Boxes

Boxes, boxes, piled around.
Why do you taunt me so?

Some filled, some empty,
All to be full

At the end of the day,
the end of an era,

Tomorrow it all begins anew.

Tomorrow I leave,
and yet I return

Greeting old friends
And seeking out new


Tomorrow, I move (back) to Tampa, where I’ve been attending university. Today, I’m packing up everything my parents own, because I packed all my stuff yesterday. I hate boxes, and I hate packing. I just want it all to be over with so I can get to Tampa and get on with my life!

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