So many pieces,broken bits of a former life,many memories are still too preciousto just throw away. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — -
a name I give things that never stay the same,a name I give things I am too afraid to name.
In response to the prompt by Jane Vogel. Thanks!
Stuff-ed treasures falling asteroids of sky on earth the amounts of stuff in hand’s possession,oceans filled with debris,world spins and stuff…
The stuff that memories are made of
That's what you are, Teddy Ruxpin