::Jenny Lewis::

:June 13th:

I like old things 

I like things that have a 

A story 

Which no one will ever know

Collecting to me is the greatest mystery 

That's why I am so addicted to used things 

They are lost permanently 

I can relate to the easily 

They are not where they should be 

If I was a mug from an antique shop 

I should be tucked away in a drawer 

Every morning put to use 

I have found myself here 

Purposeless, rotting 

I want to return

But I cannot

Simply lost

Trying to find a new home

Unaware of where that is