I look at the box of memories wondering where all time went that passed me by once I graduated from every memory that was kept inside of the box, the box in a book of memories. Every memory you can look at with a microscope and study everything that is being written and know what was running through my head when I came across these memories in a box.
YOU ARE READING
The lockbox of memories
PoetryThe memory of the dream The memory that got locked away The memory of the girl I used to be The memory of the journal entries that turned my experiences into stories The memory of the photographs I still have on my phone of you The memory you c...
