All my sentiments Have prices and Item numbers Everything can Come down to Dollars And cents Every trinket On my shelf Every memory Of every day At least If you see it That way
Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5; 1/30; ISO-400; 24mm
What use is any of it to me? A beanie and a hoodie hanging in my closet. The only means, it seems, they serve to stick around is to rust and collect dust to lose their sheen and good meanings while I watch them decay.
Ladder Cage Dust in the wind Far below the surface At the ground level of a chasm With many stories We drop all the broken things here That we’ve made To give us the light to see Another place outside that’s full of All the grander things That we’ve made