When my pockets were empty…
When my pockets were empty…
now that was something.
No phone, no keys, no wallet, no smokes.
Useless stitching for a boy my age.
There was nothing I needed to hold that my hands could not.
No one I needed to speak to who was not directly by my side.
Nowhere I needed to be I could not walk myself.
Nothing to pay for.
Nothing to cope with.
I loathe that I have grown into these stitches and seams,
when string was never anything but a piece of a toy or the age in my blanket.
Perhaps my pockets were simply as empty as my mind,
and perhaps there is a thoughtless lesson in that.
Or perhaps they are fabric and only fabric.
But when my pockets became heavy with burden and need, my head followed suit.
And now all I can do is miss whatever I had when all I had was little.
The Debut Book.
First Edition collectible hardcover print with gold bookmark ribbon and detailed end tape.
Limited Supply.
Customers will be notified upon shipping.
