yesterday i...

walking down the stairs listening to Simon and Garfunkel, i looked up and saw my old dusty picture of a burning flower. i stopped for one last time and took the picture and held it in my hands. i rubbed my fingers along the frame and felt every crack and chip. i then noticed a crack in the glass of the frame and i picked at it with my finger nail. i then felt discontent and threw the ruined picture at the ground. i couldn't let such an imperfection be in my home.