Hold on tight, shut the door, turn off the light, light the candle, sense the glow, and hear the noise of the rain splatting across the plain, clear window.
Creep across the Attic room, and search for the memories in a box.
Feel the movement of the breeze beginning to take place, that's how quickly feelings change, then lift the lid and reveal the memories that have been trapped away for so long.
As they are remembered, each individual memory from the past each grow stronger..and some vaguely diminishes and shrivel into forgiveness.
The most important, delightful memories are kept long living, but the unwanted, vile, hurtful memories are forgotten but we still have to live with, so put the lid back on the box and soar the younger most beautiful years of life and burn the unwanted and keep them locked up remaining in the box for life.
