Box of melancholy

Sometimes I open my little box of melancholy...

I look at all these things inside that tell stories... stories of my life... fotos, parts of a newspaper, bills,..
I have thrown away a lot of things that went along with me for a while. I forgot a lot of adventures and a lot of pictures faded. But some parts of my personal history don't leave me at all. It is not because I keep them in a box. They are present, every day, every second... and sometimes I can't hide them.