I’ve done this once too many times. Go through clothes that hold the most memories and give them away. This misfit shirt I used to wear to all of the bars on Capitol Hill. Black ripped jeans that I’d pair with everything. Misses doesn’t-take-life-too-serious, is finally getting serious. I wish I didn’t hurt the people that were there — and I wish I didn’t run into the people that hurt me — but I guess that’s how I learned.
That’s how I earned a living. Those were the days and odd hours of the nights.
I’ll always miss him. In fact, I may return.. or maybe…I’ll keep riding the train until I hit every spot.
Goodbye old bedroom door, you used to open in the middle of the night by the force of nature.
Good bye old rug, you constantly reminded someone about how young I am. How young I was…
Goodbye old painting. You will always hold a place in my heart — a love that was like gold — one that I couldn’t buy.
Goodbye old bath tub, you let me soak in you, smoke in you and write in you.
They say letting go of old things before a new year will give you a good push of luck for the next.
My memories have found new homes in cardboard boxes…
that the ones that hold no mass are the hardest to pack up and leave behind.