Placed around my neck is a rose gold locket, the fake gold is chipping off and the clasp doesn't close all the way.
The locket is devoid of a picture but not devoid of emotions.
To this locket I confess my feelings and secrets, it holds all of them.
It holds the dark secrets and sad memories I can't seem to tell anyone else; it holds the happy and joyful moments I had in life, it holds my tears, my regret, my love, and my stories.
All of this is buried deep within. It is my comfort and hope, and one day I wish to be able to give it to someone else, that way it can hold memories and feelings of all those after me.
And even if one day it falls, the memories, tears, and dreams will form into hope for someone else, may it be in the form of a tree or even another locket, it will always be there.
May this locket live on and help others like it helped me for many centuries.
