Until you can no longer climb over all the stuff you’ve been avoiding like they’re boxes you just haven’t unpacked yet from the move. Enough.
You fall and the boxes fall on top of you, and although you might go What? How did all this stuff get here? Where did it come from? you’ll know it’s been years in the making. Enough.
“You can’t avoid me anymore,” says the unavoidable. – Jennifer Pastiloff