| Monsters lurk in my closet. I speak not of the ones in story books, but of my memories hidden within. These sentiments were probably what hindered me from cleaning it in the first place. It's was time to remove myself of the cursed treasures and bounty that lurk deep inside to make way for the new. It all had to go. Each item I uncovered was a stroll down memory lane. I could hear the horrible screams as I gave each memory one last look and one last goodbye. Boxes were rediscovered, holding littles trinkets and cards made by you. I reread the pieces of papers with your faded hand writing, trying my best to relive the moments we had together. I can tell you placed your heart into everything that you did for me as emotions ran through every carefully chosen word you wrote. You spoke of times when we entered into arguments, but you were always there to patch up the situation. To this day, I cannot understand your willingness to stay with the person I was at the time. In the albums, smiles flooded the pages, pearly whites that I haven't seen in the longest of times. It is only today that I realized how time has past, both slowly and quickly. I greatly regret not reciprocating all that you have done, and if I did, I can only say I cannot remember it. If you hold scorn or anger towards me, I ask that you be able to lift that feeling. Please do not hold carry that with you till the end because I have not. You will, if you haven't already, find the best. I send you my blessings, both in health and in life. I hope you have not given up your aspirations in becoming a doctor, for surely, you'll be a great one. Thank you for letting me relive the person I once was today. More importantly, thank you for everything. ** This turpentine chaser's got kick
And the rag that it's soaked in is rich.
The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
And as soon as I'm done I am gone. |
