A thing is just a thing

A thing is just a thing until you place value on it. A diamond is just a rock until it is part of a wedding ring. A bunch of words scribbled on a page is nothing until it is a poem. We place value on the things and they become so much more. They became who we are, our hopes, traditions and our meaning for existence. A thing is always just a thing, until it is not

But I try to think back about what my first memory or my earliest memory was it always comes to a time when I was trying desperately to find a toy within my toy box I needed to find this toy so desperately and I couldn't find it no matter what and I was crying and my parents came upstairs and asked me why I was crying and they felt that somehow through this it was because we were moving but really I just wanted that toy more than anything else I just wanted that toy but I couldn't find it.

Piano Entropy

Such intensely melancholy joy
Drips into each stone crevasse
Sinking into the soil of memory
Feeding the seeds of past elation
And days long since erased from time
Now these buried moments
come bursting forth
from earth to sky, the flowers of regret
And I must face them, smell them
Reliving the pained sorrow
The radiance of love
And all the times and places
I was once alive
But for now are gone