I hoard thoughts like some people hoard things
Like money and possessions
Mean everything
When you know in heaven you can’t bring
Birkin bags
And bad bitches
All these worldly things
I mean
I collect memories
The way some use to collect CD
The way the wind collects leaves in the autumn breeze
I mean
Please
Don’t we all ask God to remind us of simpler times
I mean I gather mine like grapes in a basket
They the only things left with you in that casket
I can still imagine
The day my baby said his first words
The day the doctors finally confirmed what I already knew to be true
The way me and my friends in 11th grade use to skip school
When my first love told me they loved me too
The day me and Kenny got lost in the woods
The time when I thought they might lock me up for good
That day I took more pills than I should
The day my daddy told me “baby I’m trying…” and the moment I understood
The time I rolled my first wood
Or when I saw the world in technicolor
I hoard these things
These memories like trophies
The things tha made me and broke me
I cling to the harvest these experiences bring
Worth more than silver and gold I think
About the Creator
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 2 days ago in Confessions
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