June 2011
2 posts
Box in my Closet
There’s a box in buried my closet. Hidden behind the new, well-kept, and organized clothing. Beneath the various fresh shoes and sequent handbags. There’s a box way, way in the back where no one would notice. A box exploding with memories; seemingly forgotten. Full of faded notes, old pictures, and insignificant mementos; dried flowers, gifted necklaces, and used tissues. The contents display a...
“I can embrace myself, hold my own hand, love me - but I can’t gaze into my...”
