If there was any currency you could have ever held onto, what would it be?;
the friendships you’ve lost and squandered away?
or would it be the pride that you threw away or conversely held for too long,
feeling it’s sting only when its acidic nature has bitten into your skin?
Would you have held on more to memories?; or of actual people, leaving the floodgates open to create new ones?
If it were up to you, what currency would you choose?