dear wondering about items i have lost diary,
lots of times i wonder about things i can't find. i think about how they are doing without me, and if they are still around and in the loving arms of someone else using them- holding them- the same way i used them. like my little orange spiral notebook with all my writing in it. oh, that book was so special to me- it's been to florida and california and virginia and vegas, and its latest adventure, new york. now, it is gone. sometimes when i walk down the road and see trash, i think- that garbage once had a promising future. once it was full of product and sat proudly on a shelf waiting to be picked and chosen- and purchased. and now it lay curbside ran over and discarded- no longer valued- no longer of service- garbage. seems kinda funny to put stuff in fancy boxes and containers just to throw them away. i have proud garbage. my shit goes in the can. and i hope that ain't where my little orange notebook went.
lots of times i wonder about things i can't find. i think about how they are doing without me, and if they are still around and in the loving arms of someone else using them- holding them- the same way i used them. like my little orange spiral notebook with all my writing in it. oh, that book was so special to me- it's been to florida and california and virginia and vegas, and its latest adventure, new york. now, it is gone. sometimes when i walk down the road and see trash, i think- that garbage once had a promising future. once it was full of product and sat proudly on a shelf waiting to be picked and chosen- and purchased. and now it lay curbside ran over and discarded- no longer valued- no longer of service- garbage. seems kinda funny to put stuff in fancy boxes and containers just to throw them away. i have proud garbage. my shit goes in the can. and i hope that ain't where my little orange notebook went.