pulling scraps of paper from a drawer.
mementos of a different life and tokens of a stranger. a different person from the me, now, that sits at this desk and pulls from its depths memories from far away. images flash in my mind, slow and staggered, like a slideshow of who i was and who i became.

and as i come across them i will throw away, or maybe burn, the bad things.
but the good things, the things that imprint upon me a smile like they did once before; these things i will cherish and secret away. so that one day when i am a new person again, i will smile.
like i did today.
like i did back then.