stuff.

why do i have so much stuff?
it's crazy.
i could easily give every person that comes to my front door
one present
for the next year
(!)
and the pile of stuff sleeping in my room right now
would still not shrink.
there are letters and cards and books and then there is
stuff.
you know?
the little things.
like
a dinosaur key chain thingy that has lost it's hook to attach to a key chain.
it's cute. but what to do?
there is the bottom part of my chair that i had for about 20 years
it has dinosaurs on it's cover. (i guess i must have loved dinosaurs...) there are two holes in it and the back broke off.
stuff.
yet, it's not totally useless. it's till usable. but where to dump it?
putting this stuff in a garbage bag doesn't seem right.
i image all these little dinosaurs-without-a-hook, broken dolls, self-made wooden toy boats (yepp, made that in 7th grade. but WHAT to do it with it now?), half-burned candles, the lid of a garbage bin (where the heck did the basket go??), one sandal (don't even ask) and lots and lots of used but not broken folders from 13 years of school..
i image all of this stuff in an even bigger pile of stuff. the Huge Pile.
does anybody ever use them again?
what happens to them?
and should i rather keep them before they become part of the Huge Pile?
i still like to image that stuff can actually talk. and that they have conversations with each other once nobody is around or we're sleeping.
it must be scary to know they are on  their way to the Huge Pile.
what would they talk about?
...
broken doll: guess it's my time. well, well, well. you leaving too?
dinosaur: roarrrrr
sandal: you know, i always thought we would go together. me and sandi A, but i guess i am all alone now.
half-burned candle: just make sure you end up on top. that's all that matters. where there is air, there is light.
lid of garbage bin: i must find my bottom before it's too late. i know he must be still in this house. oh, how i hate this house that took my bottom away.
self-made wooden toy boat: oh, hold on every body. here we go. there comes the plastic bag. hold on tight now. it's gonna be quite a riiiiiiiide!!!
...
part of me really hopes they find a good home.
a safe place. where they make someone's world. cuz they were just what somebody was looking for.
well, off you go!