Sentiments

Are you sentimental? What does it mean to be? Now, I know you're pointing out that a have a time shredded note lying on my desk, but I'm asking the questions here. Don't worry about the note though. I'll get to that later.

Being... sentimental isn't something I've called myself. I don't like the clutter of old cards, christmas, birthday or otherwise. I don't care to keep little trinkets. But this note... this note is something I've kept for years. The creases gave way years ago. I don't read it anymore. No, I just have it... around. It doesn't take up space. At least not space in the physical sense of the word. But it does take embody a weight that I haven't quite been able to part with.

I need to interject spot of background here. I have no problem throwing away birthday cards, gifts that I just don't need in my life. I don't keep photos either. I just don't see why I need the clutter. I already know what you look like, that's what memories are for right?

Speaking of memories, lets get back on topic now. You know, I actually take care of the note. I've tried to maintain ... it... so to speak. Weird hey? I keep it in a case, with two other pieces of related memorabilia. An expired bus ticket dated Aug 12 2006 and an old movie ticket. Yes, but those are different topics all together. Back to this note then. I'm not sentimental... but even now, I don't think I will throw it away. That's why its out. Out. It's something I choose to carry with me. Even as now, as I stare at it. It's pathetic looking. It's aged with time and emotions.

Some things are heavy. Heavy.

I'm not sentimental, but I still can't throw it away. Those two other decrepit reminders are already in the trash.

Letting go,

ShadowlessTomorrow