Like people who collect stamps or shells, I collect moments
They come in all kind of flavors; some are good some are sad, sweet, bitter, hot, soft, fear, love hate.
I put them inside me and some times, when I’m alone, I open the drawer and take them out and play with them.
I observe them, re-live them; I create new possible endings or just let them wonder around my head.
Sometimes they escape by themselves and take me over, usually with the help of a smell or a song or a word, like a magic spell that opens Pandora’s box, and they fly around.
It is sad that sometimes they fly away and are gone forever