first wed of 2007

i was packing my house and as much as i want to throw things that are no longer useful to me...
the sentimental side of me spring out.... old magazines, greeting cards... even the smallest little trace of things, all i want to keep... its takes brutal effort to dump them...
i make no sofy guys... or SNAG.... sensitive new age guy...
but somehow all these little things jus brings back fond mermories...
thats the way i remember my past.... a matchbox, a flyer from zouk, a bagful of toys

all of them got a time stamping to it....
so remember things thru writings.... some thru music...
i am a past collector.... i collect things to feel the past tense...

somehow i need to feel disengage this time...
to foresake these things for better things to come...