"But, Barrett..the problem is I am a creature of habit"
"NO you're not...you have NO habits, that's the problem"
"You're RIGHT!, I am a creature of habit with not habits...can you see now how lost I must be"
yes, this was a conversation resulting from the departure of my family estate in Fairmont after the family christmas. The family christmas in which one gift was a cell phone platform so that I was able to locate my phone when the family calls. Barrett and I departed. 5 minutes past the overly bright neon Walmart that seems to define the end of Fairmont, Barrett recieved a call. The car was turned around and I was met at the door by Erin, my cell phone, and a not so subtle demand for money. I ran to the running car and thought that my arrival at home signified something like a successful trip home. I layed down, let my mind stop swirling, and realized that I...had...left...my...purse....in Fairmont.
No worries, I wrote these pretty cool Haiku's.
creature of habit
i am without habits
easy to seem lost
keys coat money purse
can locate myself only
relax i'll find them
lost in a vortex
Myself but nothing else here
day in and day out
everything works out in the end.