Perpetual Motion

I entered a room where the furniture wasn't quite right and the walls were only halfway painted. Blessedly I'm allowed to rearrange and finish up at least for the time being. That is until the color begins to bore me and the window from the other side of the room begs for late night sight seeing. Where's the growth in complacency? Such being said, complaints are not welcome.... I'll just finish painting... for the time being. Waiting on a new home to find being because... where's the growth in complacency? I'm thinking of experiencing you experiencing me to be worth a new experience for someone waiting to experience thee. We're all just being.... moments at a time.

-I.