Sometimes Material Possessions Mean the World
Or at least I like to think me loving something makes it important.
- •My necklace. My beloved porcelain feather necklace that's been wrapped around my neck for yearsI bought it in Finland from a small designer and it's been around my neck for most days since.
- •Chances are that if you've seen me in the last 3+ years, you've seen the necklace.
- •It's was ripped off of me at a concert in DC exactly 5 weeks ago todayBy a man who assaulted me.
- •He pulled it, breaking the chain as I was fighting to get away.
- •When I was finally able to get away, I scraped it from his hand and watched it fall to the floor but not break.
- •I scooped it up and ran.
- •I tucked it away in a zippered compartment in my bag so I wouldn't lose it.
- •I found it earlier today in the same spot I placed it 5 weeks ago.
- •I took it out thinking about that night and then all the good memories I had wearing it before that.It was a part of me.
- •I set it down on a table in my bedroom and out of the corner of my eye, I could see it slipping off, falling quickly to the ground below.It was not near the edge so I have no idea how it fell. But it did.
- •I tried to catch it but I was too late.
- •It had landed on BJ's book 'One More Thing' and broke in two.
- •I'm sad. I know it's just a necklace, but I love it and I'm sad it's now broken.