Memories from my past are somewhat different, as with every new year there comes a period of "Spring Cleaning" where i find myself looking at all the useless clutter that i've accumulated on my new desk, just 2 months old and already looking like a mountain of paper and cards. Thinking to myself how the hell did it get so messy. More miraculously that i've always been able to find my stuff in all of the clutter and not being able to when its, "clean". But after rummaging through the entire mess for about an hour or so i've found so many things that mean so much to me. At the risk of sounding like a character from the Joy Luck Club, these small bits and pieces have a story of their own and it somehow trails off and ties itself to another knick-knack that i find lying nearby. Notebooks, photographs, a paper clip that cost me 4 bucks, just to name a few are all lying in a box now and funnily enough, its only when i "spring clean" again nxt year that i'll open them up, laugh or smile, whichever is needed and put them back, for the year after that. As the dread of cleaning leaves me with my mind wrapped around the idea that i'll never finish cleaning up, it somehow turns to reminiscing of the good times that i've had. The times that i really wanted to share with so many people and yet never really got the chance to. But thats all over now, the cards and the papers will remain there, the table will be cluttered soon enough as the school days come around and soon i will find myself lost in a world of memories. Like an old man remembering his long lost friend, i will smile and play those memories over and over again, saving them for a worser time.
