thrift store mind.
Saturday, Jul. 05, 2003
and it's true, all these memories are hand-me-downs.used and taken, worn knees with tacky patches and strings hanging loosely from cuffs and mismatched creases.
all these controlled manifestations of what we used to know, and every story chews on you from the inside of your same irritated heart.
manufacturing new patterns, stitch by stitch, and we can't seem to get it right, can we? lost the eye of the needle, broke the thread a while back.
sometimes, it seems to be the only reason that we keep pushing on, tying smaller and smaller knots, until you're disappointed one more time when it all unravels.
