still bound by a circle of leather, a circle of metal, a gift, an expression, and it didn't matter that kitten held them for me, it didn't matter where they were, because i was still bound, symbols, symbolism, symbology, good at nameology, these are the things, this is the trap, this is the time when a fox gnaws his own leg off to escape from the trap, it is a place i need to return to, before moving away from, moving past, moving on, moving away, and time will let me know when it's safe to put such things away, when some other beautiful place lets me know that beauty can exist in the past just as much as it can in the present.