Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Precious

I take the things that mean something to me, clutch onto them with these calloused hands, called them mine and never wanted to let them go. I hold onto them, afraid that if I were to show them to you, they would just evaporate.

If I had shown them to someone else besides myself, would they lose their meaning, or do they become less real, less personal?

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