The Cardboard Box

In the corner of my attic

I realized today that my life consists of a cardboard box. 

Pictures of Friends...really just people that I used to know.

People just passing through my life, as I did theirs.

Now just color on a glossy page.

 

Forgotten memories - beloging only to one.

I sort through peices of my life.

Scattered ticket stubs and post cards.

Lies that sometimes held us together, lies that sometimes tore us apart.

 

And yet we all moved on...

We all got old.

We all lost each other to our own little cardboard box.

 

There were times of great pleasure and times of pain.

Tears between friends and lost and found loveres.

No one will ever appreciate my little box like I do when i hold these precious memories in my hands.

But I hope everyone has a little cardboard box...

 

Full of sweet memories like mine.

Full of the pleasures of being young.

 

It is definatly worth a little corner in the attick.