My bag was stolen last week, it looks like a dirty rag. Just a plain cotton bag I've been carrying around for over a year. But in it was my life. Or at least a lovely part of it; my camera, my ipod, my keys, a little book of poems I'd been writing, a couple of rings, lip liner, marbles, some things I had picked up on the street to stick on my wall, and other things I've forgotten about but will remember one day. A flicker of wonder running across my face only to be reminded that it was in that bag.
I wasn't too upset however, possessions come and go. And we can't become that attached to anything really. Or anyone. That's something I've been learning the past while but always tend to forget. I think that over the past year my heart has become lovely and calloused lovely. If I could play the guitar with my calloused heart I would play it very well.
These were taken a few days ago. On a film camera I bought a on ebay a year ago. The first couple of photos were nice memories form a long time ago. Then as it went on there were a few that pang at a time not so long ago but feeling further than ever and something I am trying to forget but it keeps creeping up the back of my neck.
*aha just realized I've posted this dress a million times, be thankful I'm wearing different underwear. FUQ