Brittle

I found this the other day. I found it in the yard under a pile of rubbish, and I suspect it has been buried there for years and years. What happened that would strip this treasure of its value?

In a way, it validates all that I believe about certain relationships, even those in close proximity to me. Or at least ones that were once in close proximity. I could get awful and poetic and wax on and on about the symbolism of something once loved and adored that was cast aside. I won't, though.

But fuck you if you are reading this and it hurts to know what you did and all that you have lost.

There isn't much poetry in that, now is there? But god it felt good.

Carry on.