Smoke and Mirrors
novels neatly displayed in the glass cupboard, some repeatedly read til paragraphs are memorised, some unopened. clothes hung a little haphazardly in the closet, different colours, different shapes, different feel. past education notes stored away in ikea boxes, the contents fading from my mind. cds stacked alphabetically in a side table drawer, a few not yet listened to, others so familiar in my itunes. perfume bottles in a row, some unused, some empty. flowers in two vases, flowers in one neither alive nor dead, blooms in the other growing, blossoming and dying all at the same time. sentimental bits and pieces of the past in a cupboard i seldom open, some almost forgotten, most still fondly remembered. written letters in containers, from friends i still contact, and from acquaintances who passed me by or whom i passed by. memories squeezed in the biggest drawer in the room, untouched by the hand but residing deep in my heart. present concerns lying on the table, some ignored for the moment, some i know not of what to do with them, and the rest which are yet to verify a reason for their existence.
life’s like that, only more complicated.
- about randoms
s t a r m | s t January 28th, 2006
