How it starts is there's an apartment your family lives in
You do not live there
but your stuff does
Then you find out your mom brought bed bugs home from the rehab center
They are downsizing everything now
You show up with 3 boxes
and tell yourself
these can hold more than enough
Mostly you fill them with your favorite books
and in the heat of it
even that feels trivial
But you look at the photos in the frames
The pictures of you at six flags on your last birthday
You let those go
The paper towel painting Monica did at the lake
It's all in a box marked trash now
You joke to yourself about how silly
they would look on the dashboard of your car
The old electronics
and journals
writing contest trophies
You take an inventory
of everything you've ever owned
all your clothes have been thrown away
and you leave with just three boxes
and you ask yourself
"If my life were on fire
what would I save?"
only you can't answer that question
because when the fire is burning
it's not that everything looks as important as everything else
so much as nothing does
not even you
So you smile
and say that you are happy to leave everything behind
because now you have the joy of the memory of having it
Only this time
there is a girl
and she is riding shotgun in your car as you drive away
And maybe she can see the mixed emotion on your face
like driving of a cliff in your boss's car
only he is in the trunk
And she scratches the back of your head
and says
"Tell me a story handsome"
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
How it starts is there's an apartment your family lives in
You do not live there
but your stuff does
Then you find out your mom brought bed bugs home from the rehab center
They are downsizing everything now
You show up with 3 boxes
and tell yourself
these can hold more than enough
Mostly you fill them with your favorite books
and in the heat of it
even that feels trivial
But you look at the photos in the frames
The pictures of you at six flags on your last birthday
You let those go
The paper towel painting Monica did at the lake
It's all in a box marked trash now
You joke to yourself about how silly
they would look on the dashboard of your car
The old electronics
and journals
writing contest trophies
You take an inventory
of everything you've ever owned
all your clothes have been thrown away
and you leave with just three boxes
and you ask yourself
"If my life were on fire
what would I save?"
only you can't answer that question
because when the fire is burning
it's not that everything looks as important as everything else
so much as nothing does
not even you
So you smile
and say that you are happy to leave everything behind
because now you have the joy of the memory of having it
Only this time
there is a girl
and she is riding shotgun in your car as you drive away
And maybe she can see the mixed emotion on your face
like driving of a cliff in your boss's car
only he is in the trunk
And she scratches the back of your head
and says
"Tell me a story handsome"
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