Poetic thought inspired by an orange bucket
Old layers peeling back, stated as before, raw, vulnerable, exposing self, wiring no longer up to code. Pulled circuitry, outdated cloth coated copper, flexible conduit, Italian chef splattering al dente all over the walls.
Exhaustion, over-whelming response to puzzle before me, breathe, one at a time, given strength for not my own. Into the zone we go, deciphering…