The story of the Chanel bag.

Up in the shelf. Its gloss glistening in gold.

Up in the shelf. Seemingly out of reach. The sudden feeling of being pathetic and useless.

Up in the shelf. I don't seem to be comparable to those who can provide for their girlfriends.

Up in the shelf. At this point my piggy bank is still filled by change and pocket money by my parents.

Up in the shelf. The distance seems to be temptingly