day 349: memory

Kazzy

day 349: memory

When shadows crawl overhead and block the light, I try and try to remember feeling the heat on my face.

When the walls tilt in, making the room feel like a triangular prison, I try and try to remember space.

When all is right and good, I try and try to remember to write it down in a permanent place.

I am a lockbox, but I want to share the key.