This week I thought a lot about people. I know just made this statement sound so profound and like it doesn’t occur every other week, but this week it seemed to bring up a great question… “Who am i to someone?”.
Think about someone you used to know, who you do not anymore (for whatever reasons suit you).
Then think about what they mean to you - do you think you mean as much to them?
Here’s my example:
I am going to call this person Chromium.
To me Chromium was like your favorite sweatshirt. Think holes where the cuff meets the sleeve, think oil stains from late night pizza after dancing with friends, think a light blanket over your shoulders while watching the sunset over the ocean, think turkey chili after skiing a full day - your quads throbbing. They were that kind of comfort.
Listens to Comfortable by John Mayer
They made me breakfast before haze filled adventures filed with wildflowers, my heart pumping like wildfire. We had many adventures filled with laughs and so many pond like conversations. One of the last times I saw them they were enamored with yellow flowers. The flowers never lasted, though. Someone got busy and always forgot to put them in water. So they stayed on my dashboard, all dried and shrunken up, tumbling across kind of reminiscent of how they came into my life. Kind of topsy turvy like if you looked too hard at a front load washing machine.
I had this bracelet that I haven’t worn in years. It has tumbled through countless moves. It has lived on the back of my bathroom doorknob, on my bookshelf, in a box, in my toiletries bag, with other bracelets, and the list goes on and on. I have picked it up countless times and inspected it - stared like it was a kaleidoscope and I could see some other reality. I can’t seem to remember when I took it off - or why even. But for whatever reason, no matter how much time has passed I haven’t put it back on.
A polaroid. A speed dial. A small something. A window. A Flame.