We are the things we hold on to

I've been packing for the past couple of weeks. And by packing I mean going through my things and remembering the past. I am a sucker for nostalgia. Things I found:

- My sixth grade journal (where I reveal my desire for a stable job and a Gameboy)
- My middle school yearbook (with a thank you note from a best friend who is barely an acquaintance now)
- A reminder that my rival was still smarter than me in that yearbook
- YMA Mix CD one !!!
- My nunchucks from demo team
- A game I made for learning about vitamins
- Binders full of Pokemon
- A friend from HS's award that was left in my car on graduation day
- A syllabus from a class I never took, but attended anyway
- A report titled 'LAID'
- A purchase request (and a pledge of assistance in fowl interruption)
- A poem I started on a scrap of paper while waiting in a car on my friend's campus

Here is the last one. It was an interesting start, but i kind of want to leave it unfinished.

Identity

Man is not what he is.
He is not this collection of emotions.
He is what others see.
A reflection in the mind's eye.

I am not the thoughts in my brain,
these feelings in my heart,
or this blood in my veins.

I am a memory in the collective conscious.

I enjoy being an emo kid. And its not just for the bangs, though I do love them.

Lyric of the Day: Dev - Take Her From You

You say you know her
Well I know her too
You say you kno-ow-ow-ow-ow her
But you don’t know her like I do

You say you love her
Once upon a time I loved her too
You say you lo-o-o-o-ove her
But you don’t love her like I do

You’ve got to give me that girl
Or I, will take her from you