here soon,
with a large cardboard box
with a somber unwilling heart
with a sigh
by myself
i will start.
one by one i will say good-bye.
i will thank them for the good times.
i will lament the opportunites we missed.
i will tell them,
assure them,
that i am sorry
but that there is no other way.
today i am selling my books for food.
not all of my books.
i have a few hundred.
but alot of my books.
all the ones that don't fit on the bookshelf.
all the ones that i have two of.
and any that might get me more money.
its sad.
but i don't really know why.
i am not sure where my attachment to books comes from.
i don't know why its so hard to give them up.
could be that they are a bit of a status symbol for me.
a sign of my intelligence.
could be that they, for long periods of time, were my only friends.
could be that i am just a pack rat.
either way,
today is the day.
i am lonely
and uncertain of everything.
8:05 a.m. - 2007-03-28
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