Pieces of the Past

I am attempting to organize all of my writing. No easy feat, I have things hidden in notebooks containing content unrelated to my art. The beautiful thing about life is being able to hit delete, chuck currently meaningless items in the garbage, sell them, or bury them in a time capsule (box) never to be opened again.

It is ridding myself of mementos and releasing myself from being pinned down by someone’s bullshit and lies.

I do not want to look at any clothes where I “wore that outfit this day.” Someone else can own the clothing and hopefully the new owner performs an exorcism or another ritual to purge the demons clung to it like static.