Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Collector.

I'm a collector. I collect scraps of time and file them away for safekeeping. I'm a collector. I collect passing words, and tuck them between the pages of books to flatten and dry. I'm a collector. I collect snapshots of daily life, to arrange in collages in scrapbooks that no one will ever see but me, when I pull them out on rainy days and go back through to realize that every moment meant so much...because of you.

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