I was cleaning out my life, yet again. I noticed how often I get rid of things whenever I do and how there is less things owned/to go through each time. This nonet popped into mind.
A nonet is type of poem where there are nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second eight and so on until you reach the ninth line which has one syllable.
I apologize for lack of posts. A busy, stressed life is one that is mine now. In turn lack of inspiration and lack of time has become quite common.