All My Things
I collected and organized all my things.
I felt loyal and related to all my things.
Things I could not touch or see.
Things that inevitably travelled with me.
Things I gave power and meaning to.
Things I made matter.
Things I made true.
But in the end, they were all just things.
And things only weighed me down.
△
Explore Mandy Bites on Things
Book The Cut or Leave A Tip
Browse The Archives
Read The Poems
