the attic where the memory boxes are stored
a subtle urge there within me
to unbox IT
THE PRECIOUS (gollum style)
but
and
um
ofcourse
as the coward gollum
i had no guts to
i was not ready for that much of emotions coming back to me
it could flood me
maybe to death
not yet
when i was in the moment, it felt intense - but certainly not to such overwhelming extent
i was a bigger container then
i always remember how it felt
even though a lot of details have faded, or already dissipated
pity?
but lucky me to have ever had this box
the letter is gone (or hidden? sorry!)
but i always remember how it felt
how i wish i would open it
how little i dare to
will i, ever?
will i get to make another?
i live in memories
i live in speculations
i live in wonders
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