There was a girl who lived in a mess. Piles and piles of things surrounded her. Each piece reminded her of great things- of the spaces between fingers, of a warm lightbulb in her hand, the smell of cooking, the nights she snuck out to run in rain...
She filled every open spot around her so that it filled the empty spot inside her. Having company never worked when there was no place to sit, and so no one would stay.
She realized her unconcious addiction. She didn't have piles and piles to keep all her old memories, but to keep out people and new memories. She was stuck in her past and realized her things caused more pain then happiness.
One day she took out trash bags, hundreds of black, stretchy trash bags. As she threw away her piles; her memories; her vices and regrets, she kissed each item.
She set the bags outside on the sidewalk carefully, breathing deeply, she rid her life of old things.
As she lived alone in emptiness and whole new emptiness opened up inside her- the kind that wants people and craves experience. Everyday someone new came over. Everyday she had a different conversation, a different laugh, a different smile, a new memory. And she found that people completed her more than any of her things did, people filled her more than the contents of those trash bags.
She'd never go back. That mistake was done and she'd saved herself.
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