There is so much clutter in here,

I can’t find the thing I am looking for, It tends to go out of sight, just when I think I see it.

So many ideas, so many concepts , so many perceptions seeped in.

I didn’t even realize how much space they started to occupy in here,

It’s hard to tell now, who was I before they started.

I want to save up all that space for something beautiful, something that will enrich the world in here.

I hate this urge to rhyme.

Yet, I need (so pathetic!) to feel accepted by the world that exist outside, which now even occupies the inside.

I can throw away the clutter I see outside, which I can touch, I can conceptualize;

But how do I throw away that is in here,

So articulate, when I am trying to ignore it,

Yet so abstract when I intentionally notice it.

How I can get rid of everything unessential, I see out there,

That’s how I want to choose the choice to be the minimalist inside.

“With great clutter, comes great anxiety.”