Please step into my shoebox so I can remember you the next year.
Digging through this scrap book, in all its pieces and pages, moments and years, it's a trip to remember old faces, and short-term laughs and tears.
I might forget you if you leave me. Won't you put yourself on paper and glue yourself onto my heart? I promise that I'll protect you and you will not fall apart.
Please step into my shoebox so I can remember you the next year.
Carrie
Thanks for the title, J. One-liners just sorta sift out of my thoughts first. Maybe I need a larger collinder. Or like a pop-up blocker installed in my head. I only say this cause I just downloaded on one my browser and google swears they can do so much, why not go neural? I also always look forward to your ponderies on life. I may not answer them in comment, but they always get me thinking.
-Huck