Spring Cleaning

I didn't even realize that it officially turned spring on Monday. So much junk has built up, even in just the past half-a-year. Junk I didn't even know was junk... something found, that I thought I loved for a minute so I brought it home and put it in the corner...but it didn't belong in the corner. Or anywhere. It was junk, and belonged in the trash. But throwing away anything that you even thought you could love, hurts to a degree relative to the amount of time you loved, or thought you could love, that thing. love things trash junk. Or there's a sweater that you find on the floor of the closet. There was a day that you loved that sweater more than anything - the moment you decided to buy it, that sweater was everything. Now the cat's peed on it, and the pee has dried up. Your once favorite sweater is crusty with old cat pee. You hold it up to the light, and see the holes for the first time... new holes or ones that were there w/out you noticing.. it doesn't matter. Holes are holes (insert bisexual joke here). By the end of the day you have 3 contractor bags full of holy sweaters, expired vitamins, vhs tapes, a stray square of christmas wrapping paper, half-filled notebooks, and dirt. I need 2 trips to get them to the street. After the second, wiping my hands on my jeans out on the sidewalk, I look up and meet familiar eyes - a friend I used to love, passing on the sidewalk. Eyes quickly away and down, and I smile in a way that hurts. Back inside, everything feels bigger.