In the van upstate, there’ll be one shoebox of my past.
I pack the small pencil box, previously holding a stack of Polaroids, full of photos until it struggles to close.
I fill my phone case with paper and tape my shoebox closed.
My past cannot fit into who I will become,
And who would I be without my past?
Perhaps I’ll make a new shoebox, empty the old one, and fill it up to the tape again.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:41 PM UTC
In the van upstate, there’ll be one shoebox of my past.
I pack the small pencil box, previously holding a stack of Polaroids, full of photos until it struggles to close.
I fill my phone case with paper and tape my shoebox closed.
My past cannot fit into who I will become,
And who would I be without my past?
Perhaps I’ll make a new shoebox, empty the old one, and fill it up to the tape again.
lowk wrote this like 3 weeks ago but whatevs
