I open a light blue door that swings only one way. It spills soft music into a hallway of one thousand thoughts. I look down at a closed box filled with mementos. It's coated in a layer of dust, heavy and undisturbed.
My face is cut with dark black lines of disappointment. As thick as the air in my lungs.
The butterflies in my stomach struggle and die from each poisonous breath I hold too long. I exhale monarch wings, baby's breath and perfume clouds.
I close the door for now.
9:28 p.m. - 2015-04-28
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