A forest of different trees.
A pine, a birch, a maple.
The wind shook them every single time.
So hard, that their own branches were stabbing the others.
And it hurt, but that's what kept them together.
The support of the others, so that the wind wouldn't get to them.
Now it's just faded photographs and old clothes
The only thing remaining.
The smell of kindergarten porridge and your best friend's brother.
Where else do you find such painfully lovely memories these days?
