Random thought while I'm getting my homework done, (still not done long way to go):
Our memories, the ones we already made or the ones we're making right now, are like letters to our future selves.
-GASPPPP-
Yeah, I'm pretty sure a lot of people have already realized this but I'm bored so humour me. Haha look at me tryinna distract myself from my priorities. Old habits die hard, as they say.
But imagine if all our memories, maybe not all but the ones that are distinctive, the special ones, imagine them as little pieces of paper folded repeatedly into the tiniest squares and then being singularly packaged, like all wrapped up in pretty wrapping paper that would go vintage when we were to open them again one day.
When we're older and the packages unwrap themselves, maybe that's when you get that nostalgia tingling on the tips of your thoughts.
Sad memory, happy memory, whichever so, I think it's pretty cool how time works.
Our memories are the letters and time is our postman.
So what kind of letters do you think our future selves are expecting to receive?
~crust~
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