I have a keychain hanging on my wall. The keys are almost the least important part of it, because for as long as I can remember, I have wanted a keychain filled with charms and keys. Keys open and allow, but the symbols hanging next to them describe and tell. Although to be perfectly fair, I have many keys on this hook as well... despite the fact that some of them are purely for ornamentation, as I no longer know what they open.
171. The shop.
34. The heavy heavy doors.
55. The cage.
I used to think people were so amazing for being able to tell apart the keys I thought were identical.
Then I realized they were numbered.
Both here and hence
life is but a walking shadow
That would resolve itself
- allie
- i am a liver, a lover, a giver, another. a friend, a foe, what have, you know. i fight, i write, i read, i need, i am, not sam, but me.
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