My treasures and my memories in this box. Who sometimes fill my emptiness and sometimes remind me what I miss most. Always filling a void even when pulling at my heart strings. Why do I feel so alone. Why is my only consolation still so painful. Like a blinded horse I try picking up my heavy feet and exploring and fathoming but my focus will not budge. Even though I want it to. Even though I so badly wish I could erase, forget the past, it comforts me all while it pains me