box of memories

i remember the feeling of those warm tears as they fill my eyes, then start to fall down my cheek. i remember how i liked the rain.....b/c i could walk and let them fall freely. i remember them with a sweetness....i miss them in an odd way...i can’t explain.

with life ever changing, it’s hard sometimes to believe that things were ever the way they were.

busy making new memories. every now and again i get afraid i will forget the old ones. sometimes i just want to hold on to them...before they are gone.....bring the important ones inside for safe keeping...and throw the rest away.

good bye dear tessah.....i’ll put you in a box of memories for safe keeping....until next time...

:)