Antiquity

In the chipped paint & overgrown violets
of half-abandoned houses;
I'm dancing at the fringes,
trailing my fingers along
peeled
railings
and neglected vines.

Because there's something magnificent
about old houses:
something in the scent of ancient wallpaper,
elegance in the water-stained
floorboards and sun-splintered shingles.
"Antique" is precious because
You cannot fool Time,
and History is embedded in the very heart
of civilization
(& its materialism.)

We hoard
because the story of something
is often just as
beautiful
as the
thing itself.
We live lives full of circles,
intersecting with the minds
and bodies of other humans,
yet the allure of relationships
is the chance to truly understand
someone.
Whether or not we like it,
we carry our stories around
with us. They shape our minds
and our actions
& in time,
we
become
our history,

and our houses.