I've left the days spinning away behind me to pile up into years & decades; dried out, crumpled, & fragile. Looking back, I'll see glimpses of color & light from the happy days, shadows & holes from the dark ones. A mixed mosaic of memories.
As i walk the world, the pile grows, sometimes hiding old memories under new. But i know one day will come when I'll run back & jump into the pile. Sending the days a flutter, kicking up dust from the oldest, to float down around me & bury me.
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