“People are made of memories. And my memories are made from people. This big stupid brain is just layers and layers of cloth, draped over beams far above me, where each layer has an imprint of a person. A fragment of a moment where I recorded you. But the brain also has things you want to do, to remember or learn from. So I spend my time slowly walking through imprints of people, those I've loved and lost, gently pressing deeper those imprints into the cloth while maneuvering subtly away from those memories that hurt till their cloth hangs smooth again. I just tried to avoid some memories that brought me great joy, and some small part of me, some small, Loud part of me just came out of the woodworks Begging. Oh God, oh please oh God oh please do not remove. Please, I Need this. This is one of my favorites. This is a favored memory of love. Staring up at all these little moments like we traversed the louvre and upon every wall were the images of ill timed lovers. I Need to remember these. And in that moment I realized how much these memories mean to me. A thousand rooms of a thousand memories that I can chase You through and they are Me. I am the memories of people I loved and love. When I am gone and worn away, take all from me but my memories. Behind my eyelids for days on end I will remember the feeling of my forehead pressed against your back, of pressing together for a cute photo in the snow. Of soft touches and gentle words till our eyes couldn't support our dreams any longer. Gods, I do want this missing to be lesser. Eventually dreams will fade and my nights will be quiet again. “ -Memories between the sheets 6282021
