an object's life.

when an object exists, not much value is given to it when it's just an object. it is loved dearly for its nostalgic value; what it has seen thru the years. OH how lovely words it would say if it could talk and tell the history its owner lived as if it were only yesterday. when it is new, it is excited and valued for its novelty. that clean smell; that innocence it has before its involvement in the owner's life. what great future it has to look forward to as it accompanies its possessor towards undiscovered roads. how much it will mean to survive along with its owner. and when it is old, what stories it will tell that will begin always when the object was brand new... but all along the between, before it is old, after it has been new... well... it is, after all... only an object.