It’s been a couple days I’ve had my shiny new Samsung
But the old broken Honor
Beacons me
I cast it aside the moment it stopped working
Eager to move on
To the next best
Anything I might need must be backed up, right
It is
But everything I want isn’t
That phone saw so much change
In so little time
Both outside and inside me
Changing music tastes
Overcoming delusion
New hobbies
New friends
New cities
Mental breakdowns
Tinder shenanigans
Cutting off toxicity
Growing hair
I took ~800 screenshots in ~4 months
Things I found funny
Intriguing
Flabbergasting
Things that made me question
Snicker
Metamorphosize
But of course I didn’t back that up
Because those trivialities seemed just that then
Trivialities
But now I yearn to just scroll through the sea of story content
On that broken screen
On the crevices of which I used to scratch my cuticle
That thick ugly cover
That laggy Microsoft launcher
That time of discovery.
People tell me I get irrationally attached to objects
But to me they’re more
To me they’re a bookmark
To the past
Where I laughed at different things
Where I liked different people
Where I used to feel differently about different things
Where I used to be worse¿
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