Four+Skinny+Trees

It's the only one that understands all the things I want to remember. It holds memories, good and bad. It's big with room for a lot of new and old things. It was a Christmas present from my good friend Alysha, so it's a memory itself. She gave me and my best friend, Sarah memory boxes and told us to do whatever we wanted with them, it was the Christmas she was on crutches and her nickname was Tiny Tim. I can put whatever I want in it, No one else understands the memories it holds. It's strong enough to remember everything I want it to. it's beautiful because when i open it, it reminds me of happy things (mostly). it hugs to all of the things I've experienced. sometimes the side breaks apart and i have to fix it. I like how it reminds me of things when i feel like remembering. it helps me never forget. like me, it knows remembering is important. we both value our memories, we both see the good in broken things. I'm the only one that understands its true meaning. its understanding and caring like me. one who is useful and given to me by a friend. She gave it to me empty but decorated, i filled it and I'm still filling it. it sits on the floor in my room waiting to be opened and filled some more.

Its memory lasting forever, holding on to whats close to me is its secret. it pulls up possibly forgotten feelings maybe happy or sad. it brings back powerful memories its almost like i re-live them, this is how it remembers.

If it stopped getting filled and opened it would forget and be useless. when i open it, it explores my good and bad memories. when i realize they're only memories... one that remembers when everyone else forgets. whose reason is to remember the forgotten.