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haven't been up there in a while
the attic of my mind
is crowded with
memories of you
boxed away
dusty
covered with cobwebs
put to one side
I should probably
go up there and
clean things out
but I won't
there are too many
creepy, crawly things
in the dark that go unseen
and are still hungry
Published 14th May 2024
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14th May 2024 3:10am
I wanna say something, but I don't know what to say. I'll just go with, I like this a lot. Can relate.
15th May 2024 1:50am
14th May 2024 6:19pm
This! Yes! The metaphor is perfect and the extensions are perfectly executed.
Attics are dusty tombs where we store shit we don’t want anymore, but we don’t want to get rid of just yet.
And you don’t need it, don’t use it, rarely think about but… but it’s there. A haunting hug. A dormant piece of self.
The narrator knows the shit has to go, but there’s too much still that could hurt.
Fucking love it.
Attics are dusty tombs where we store shit we don’t want anymore, but we don’t want to get rid of just yet.
And you don’t need it, don’t use it, rarely think about but… but it’s there. A haunting hug. A dormant piece of self.
The narrator knows the shit has to go, but there’s too much still that could hurt.
Fucking love it.
15th May 2024 1:51am
Funny how our minds work at times.
Thank you, Betty. Deeply appreciated.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Thank you, Betty. Deeply appreciated.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
19th Jul 2024 8:06pm
20th Jul 2024 7:19pm
Yeah...and they stick with us, also. Lol.
Thank you, wally.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Thank you, wally.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
