ch-ch-ch-changes
23/07/2010
alternate dahlia
Yes, I threw letters out. Cards, notes, scrawny little gifts from inexperienced little boys, trinkets, toys, I threw a bunch out. I’m not going to try and suggest what you should or should not do with your belongings. I’m not going to make excuses. I’m going to tell you how I decided to do it.
It’d been years since I read those letters, looked at those trinkets. We’ve come a long way from then.
Are we the same girls? Perhaps.
Do I remember how I felt when I received those pieces of correspondence? Yes.
Do I feel it’s physical existence is a part of the large baggage I carry about in life? Yes.
Have things changed? Yes.
Will I get rid of it all one day? Perhaps, I’m not sure. I’d hope to be evolved enough about it. Evidently it’s just aspiration.
Aspiration to what? The belief that whatever we hold dear is always with us. And the physical manifestation, perhaps, is merely temporary, cold comfort.
