They asked:

which thing would you choose, if you could

only choose one thing,

over all things?

 

I could not respond.

 

I am one of those creatures that

closely watches over their things because

I've made my surroundings tailored to me and without

one of those many things, as they said, I

would feel as though I were lost.

Listen again.

I would feel lost if I were to lose or have to chose,

one thing over another thing.

Doesn't the thought fill you with awe?

 

It is ever so easy

to just choose

one thing over another. Or

to not be so insensitive, why not

just replace it?

That is what we have been taught. They

being whatever you wish them to be.

 

I cannot choose one of my precious things, over

another precious thing. Have you come to note

how disconnected

I sound when I use the

hollow word

"thing"?

Rather than saying, the welcoming

sketchbook I have had since my childhood,

or the music player that splatters

melodies into my dull ears; I say,

thing. We say,

things.

 

 

Though, the more I say,

thing,

the more I realise

that hollow little word,

has much meaning to it. As do

all of the things I surround myself with.

The things others see as meaningless and only

precious to me, are the things

that matter most.