Became someone
i know exactly what i own now. that used to not be true
Became someone
Became someone
The lines
I know exactly what I own now. That used to not be true at all.
I used to rebuy things I already had, sitting somewhere I'd never checked.
Twice. Sometimes three times. Two of the same thing in two different drawers.
Knowing is its own kind of quiet. Nothing hiding, nothing to guess at.