I desperately want my Livestrong band back since it snapped. I feel completely naked without it. This little yellow rubber band represents so many people; my grandfather, my great aunt, my great uncle, his sister, anyone who battled or is battling the disease. It's not just a bracelet. It's a symbol. Memories of people hang on my wrist. I keep them close. It's my nonchalant way of making a statement I guess. From an outside perspective, it's a bracelet in support of a foundation. From an inside perspective, it's that and so much more.
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired... "
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Malignant Neoplasm
I desperately want my Livestrong band back since it snapped. I feel completely naked without it. This little yellow rubber band represents so many people; my grandfather, my great aunt, my great uncle, his sister, anyone who battled or is battling the disease. It's not just a bracelet. It's a symbol. Memories of people hang on my wrist. I keep them close. It's my nonchalant way of making a statement I guess. From an outside perspective, it's a bracelet in support of a foundation. From an inside perspective, it's that and so much more.
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