i have an abundance of tupperware sitting on my desk. i don't want to take any of it home. but i don't want to throw any of it away.
such is life.
i want to throw semi-useless stuff away, but what if? what if that one token of our time together means something someday down the road.
oops, i said it.
i'm afraid to look under my bed sometimes, too. not because someone is hiding beneath, ready to slash my throat and drink my blood, but because you're there. it's there. life is there.
you isn't a person. it's memories of people. places. times where i felt magical. i haven't felt magical for a very long time.
i think that's why i'm afraid to throw some of it away. will the magic still exist?
i can remember coming to chicago once many, many years ago. to see you.
chicago might as well been never-never land. or in the movie little monsters, the fantasy place under his bed where anything can happen.
and a lot happened. good & bad. memories i will never forget no matter how hard i try. not that i want to.
i remember driving at night, the lights, the confusion, the way we looked at the train tracks waiting for something to come. it came.
a collection of people. moments unforgettable.
keep, or move on?
the memories haunt, the memories elate, the memories remain.
for now.
if only this post was as easy as tupperware sitting on a desk.
