Just a shimmy and a shake
This one is a step away from the usual banter of OMG LOVEY DOVEY and head deeper into my madness. Don't worry, it's not the deep end.
So I've been cleaning my bed room for most of the weekend and part of today. Shit is intense because 1, I don't really clean my room, 2, when I do it's just a cosmetic thing, and 3, it doesn't take a few days.
Why am I even doing this? Why am I going that extra mile choking on dust clouds to all the dragon and wizard figurines I've left on my dresser for a year now that was put there because my dad decides to just toss them in my room to make space for his crap? Why am I actually trying to clean underneath my couch from the years of friends tossing bottle caps on the floor and whatever else they couldn't care less for? Why am I trying to make an actual impression here?
Oh, thats right. Jackie is coming over
I've dug up a lot o memories here. Found some jewelry that lost it's purpose, pictures for the people that were meant to be something to me, lost art that lived the glory days, things like that. The dust cloud wasn't the only thing that blurred my vision today.
These feelings were just the ashes of a lost time blowing through once more. Reminders of past mistakes as well as the hurdles to overcome in the future. They blew through and as soon as it came, they were gone. Boxed, tossed out, or displayed as trophies. Memories is all that they are, all that they'll ever be. Living in the past only burdens you with dust and dampers your movement forward.
I think it's time to take another step forward.
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