speechless

i was with my brother that night, and he asked me if there are things that i keep because they mean more than what they are to me.i know my brother does, because he's sentimental despite all he says. i know he keeps like pieces of paper that mean nothing to others but that box he will rescue the first if a fire breaks out. i looked at him and said i did. besides everything i keep in my heart, i have a golden box i placed on the first shelf of my cupboard, in it with all the things i have collected over the years. everything that has been with me since i got that golden box in sec two.from a box that means something more than a box, it became something that memories are kept. its now full, and now i then, i would empty its contents and memories will come back. paper that is about to just break into pieces from the past, new cards and new letters, new memories mixed in with the old.

from that time i got that box, we have all grown up. more memories are created, more people come into our lives. but where we come from and where it all start, we should never forget.

"nice to recollect,but in the end are just still memories."
words carved into my heart cannot be erased.

posted by GRACECHIA @ 6:42 PM