“as we finally came to an end, your memories collapsed against the foot of my bed. i shuffled them into boxes and taped them shut. with a black, sharpie pen, i wrote ‘unimportant mish mash’ all over the cardboard. as a few more summers passed, the tape began to peel and your memories swept out in a lazy waterfall. those memories crawled across my carpet, peering back to see if i noticed their antsy fingers reaching for the door, but i wasn’t even home. a few months later, on a breezy monday afternoon, i chanced upon the boxes of all your memories that i stashed away a few summers ago. their mouths were all open, the tape had turned a withered yellow, and nothing but dust remained inside. those boxes were emptier than the city parks on a rainy day. and who knew emptiness could be such a pleasant surprise?”— empty boxes. |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)
