vintage

kept · not discarded things that outlasted their usefulness and were held onto anyway. worn soft at the edges, still carrying whoever handled them last.

a torn old card, a button loose, a scent of time, like faded spruce. soft threads speak in quiet tone, of days once warm, now overgrown.

not broken things, just stories old, wrapped in rust and lace and gold.

nothing here is broken. it is just been kept a long time. lavannya daigavane