I just discovered something about my slr that i never knew about despite having own it for sometime. I love everything i own as much as i complain and want new things. It is amazing when you find it in yourself to cherish and see things the way they were from when you first desire it till when you get to call it yours. However it becomes and outlet for dust when you start losing interest or begin to ponder, with squinted eyes upon far away grass. Instead of your hands, the thing finds home on the shelves. But it is always going to be there like a faithful companion waiting for you.

Is there a similarity between that and any relationships you build?

I took it down. I didnt have to..., somehow it reinvented itself. It could be because i've shifted, i'm no longer who i was by a tiny fragment from when i left it there.

I make it a point now, to never buy things because they are cheap i have it easy or having more than one beats. I would save, work hard for things that i really like and i know i will love a long time.

Its different i guess. Relationships, they don't wait. They move along, like us.

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