family history is a killer.
sometimes i think he cared about this thing more than his family
confined to a glass case
there's a chip in the paint
early morning socks
its confined to the top
trespassing
there's strawberries on the other side of that fence
owl poop, pipes, dust.
so these were just a few of the things i noticed when i was home. nothing particularly special, but it made me consider what i find important at home. the answer to that is, not much. socks, old pictures, and junk. lots of junk.
*the first four are from my grandma's and grandpa's house. i guess that's a kind of home too.
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