the time will pass anyway

one day i will have posters and walls to put them on an xbox, the original one, and a 360 and maybe a ps2, and a cute shelf of all the games i love. a handful from my uncle, everything i found from the trade-in pile at eb games, more not yet found on cashies trips and reclaimed from my dad i'll have stickers on all the doorframes. photos i've taken, printed out, stuck up haphazardly on the wall behind my computer the collection of cds i want to build, thrifted and found and stolen and borrowed, pirated & burnt myself. a cd player that i can take to picnics a picnic blanket dried flowers picked on walks softly passed around by many hands, hanging in strings around the door and in the dash of all my friend's cars how many times can you put your whole personality through a blender and still come back together as a real person afterwards? i'm going to find out bedsheets that are my favourite colours and your favourite colours and a million meaningless patterns a record player and some…