It stares at me
all the little things
cluttering up my life
knick-nacks that I somehow
thought to treasure
Rows of the manga
paperbacks and toy soldiers
existing by following
a wind that didn't
belong to me
Am I so tied
to that which I have
collected for my comfort
the memories not
held within the paper
Memories resounding
truly tie me as what
I belong to inside
a picture of girl
long lost to time
I never knew if she cried
somehow too proud and
regal and foreign
like I do not weep
at the waste before me
Many things I leave
strewn behind in my wake
debris of sloth
a consumer of nothing
but my own dreams
Author notes
Written August 24th, 2005
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