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Memories, they're compressible. Labels: hmm
Most of the time I can squeeze them into the littlest shape possible and tuck them away in a discreet corner high up - out of sight, out of mind.
Memories, they're also expandable.
Other times they roll out of their designated space, engorge to the largest size possible and smack me right in the heart.
Unbidden, images form in my mind, and I wish for the times when all I had to do was walk a few steps and I'd be able to find company. We can have second homes, third homes, fourth homes... They all don't really matter that much if we look at the four walls around ourselves and find that we're truly and utterly alone.