Freedom
In my room, I had a shelf lined with dusty photo albums. They were separated from those on the shelf below, the ones I flipped through frequently. I only took the isolated ones down when I was sad...or when I wanted to reflect on the way things used to be. I'm not such a tough cookie, there are days when I really, really miss what used to be.
But tonight I pulled them off my shelf, and threw them on the floor. I'm over it. I'm happy. I have more memories now to fill up more albums than I ever thought I would have a few years ago. Some of the people in the albums will overlap between the old and the new, and I am so thankful for them...and the others? Forget it. I've found better.
And now I can't stop smiling. Maybe it's time I threw more dusty, dirty memories to the floor and walked away.
But tonight I pulled them off my shelf, and threw them on the floor. I'm over it. I'm happy. I have more memories now to fill up more albums than I ever thought I would have a few years ago. Some of the people in the albums will overlap between the old and the new, and I am so thankful for them...and the others? Forget it. I've found better.
And now I can't stop smiling. Maybe it's time I threw more dusty, dirty memories to the floor and walked away.
posted by haze at 9:01 PM
2 Comments:
honestly im not sure how i feel about this post cuz im sure my photos had been stuck on the top shelf and im not sure if they made it down to the bottom before it was too late.
i miss you. i miss us. lets hang out soon.
they're still there, i promise.
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