TBT "Suitcase" - September 15, 2011

Cold steel grey zippers and a handle thrown off its hinges much like its owner, humbled. Worn, not by the grace of time and travel, but by the man who holds it dear like his childhood bear with only one eye and its once tidy bow, now smelling of spilled coffee. A safeguard, whose home once was between the young boy’s bruised beating heart and hardened words now sat tucked away beside empty aluminum cans, broken glass bottles, and a box of distant memories.