i know people think i'm a little crazy

because i get attached to things

but they don't understand

its not what it is, but the memories it brings

they look at my stuff sometimes

and say, "have a garage sale"

i shake my head, say, "not a chance"

"every item tells a tale"

in this disposable world

there is very little to get attached to

even relationships seem to have a lease

they never seem to last,

just pass through

so, let me have my 'junk'

and the memories that remain true

because

one day, you might ask

and i'll tell the stories to you