mandymo

Craving Salt

March 3rd 2004

I'm sitting on the floor where it's dirty and smells like feet. I'm sifting through albums and wanting to cry so bad it hurts more than the moment. I'm trying to decide what I can part with, what is good enough to sell, and what is too good to sell. I feel so low I can taste the ocean.

I know if I sell anything, I will look back at my moment of weakness with disgust. I will be sure that I could have done something else to pay the rent.

I know my children will be disappointed in me for not having relics to share in the same way I feel towards my parents about their lack of nostalgia. Did they struggle too then? Did they save the past but somehow lose it in their hardships?

There are albums I will miss. There are albums that equal memories. There are mistakes made, decisions rendered, love lost. There are happy and sad times among these scratched surfaces. I wish there was some way to avoid selling away chunks of me. They are worth so much more than I could ever get in money.

Next time, it will be books.

Save my soul from torment!

*Edited to say*

i know there's nothing to say
someone has taken my place
when times go bad
when times go rough
won't you lay me down in the tall grass
and let me do my stuff

one thing i think you should know
i ain't gonna miss you when you go
been down so long
i've been tossed around enough
couldn't you just
let me go down and do my stuff

i know you're hopin' to find
someone who's gonna give you piece of mind
when times go bad
when times get roough
won't you lay me down in the tall grass
and let me do my stuff

i'm just second hand news

thank god i didn't sell any fleetwood mac albums. there should be more songs about having ex sex. especially giving head and being in tall grass.