Friday, April 10, 2020

Positive. Period.


There are four boxes in front of my face. Four big boxes above my closet, full with memories. Memories from the army, Letters from soldiers that I kept. Sometimes I wonder why I keep them, if it is healthy to save things from the past. I love looking at the boxes from a far but wonder what it would be like opening them. I am sure they will make me laugh but will it also make me sad? Why does it have to be both? Can’t it be just positive. Period.