My Golden Blues

chocolate flavored memory

I wonder what the boxes kept under your bed, in the storage basement or in your attics, protect.

I wonder how heavy of fond memories will it be, maybe when I open the tops the whole room will be painted with an orange tinged atmosphere of the past. And all the dust bunnies that took homes into those things, fly into the corners and wait for you to leave.

Would there be an old scrabble board still abundant of it's wooden tiles? And a small dictionary with it? Would there be a classic book of adventures to treasure island or to wonderland? I'd like to explore your story.

Would there be old tapestries hand printed by artists of their time? phonograph discs to music that wasn't finished or your grandmother singing her heart out?

A cassette of an old wedding perhaps? First birthday?

I bet those photographs had some circle stains in them, from moisture and time made it dull. Although your family's smile will still be visible, surely Aunt Tina's dress was pink and not red that day.

I'm curious what else could be there. Would there be old shoes you really loved back then? Or a toy you wouldn't be able to sleep without?

Do you still have your first train ticket, tucked between your favorite travel book, wondering why you were so nervous when you bought it at the station?

I hope you remind yourself that you have lived a good life. Did you play with marbles? Cards? Monopoly? Do you still have those Russian dolls? A Japanese doll? Like the ones wearing a kimono that looked really scary when you passed by the living to pee at night.

Those game nights, the summers when you slept at grandma's home in the province. The moments spent inside your own fort made with blankets.

I hope you grew up well.

— Pudding Emperor ⚓