It's interesting how an item, an item that could cost a dollar to make at a ridiculously small monetary value, made by thousands and sold as a trashy product to be thrown away in a year, could mean galaxies to someone. A tiny, insignificant piece of metal hammered into a tiny, insignificant piece of metal... and if you lost it, you would fall helplessly into that sucking black hole that the best, perhaps bravest of our kind flees from. A cracked screen, buried among thousands of others, and the secrets and memories behind that black wall everything to you. Reminding you of what you once could love and of the excruciating pain that tore your breathe away. That black screen. Memories. 

Recently, my mother uncovered a box given to me last year from my grandmother (who is, by the way, alive) to me. Inside this box, inside the packaging foam was a cardboard slip, and attached to that slip was a tiny, silver (although not actual silver) necklace. At the end was the smallest key in existence. In tiny print, the word DREAM is engraved onto the metal, and has a small series of ridges along the side, closely modeling a real key if you disregard the size. The necklace, the whole point of the insignificant, factory manufactured product was to remember Grandpa by. There, I said it. I finally got to the point, the point that you were waiting for, curious about where this pointless rant would go. It is finished... but the whole idea isn't. I have said my point, but I know there is more to say that I cannot put to words, or that I don't know if I ever will. 

I plan to never take this necklace off.