Memories have weights-
some lie heavy on your mind.
Usually those sting.
Some are weightless,
they flutter,
they fly,
they move around.
Usually those make you smile.
I guess the host of such-
is in a journey,
a main character in their story,
a background character in another’s,
a bee in a hive,
a bird in the sky,
or a flower in a field.
I think, today…I want to be the flower
and I want my happy memories to carry me in the wind.