• so let's say that the mind is made of memory think of it like building blocks, little pieces you can actually manipulate say that everything builds on one another some fracture here at the beginning makes a weak base for the end but eventually you get this building block tower and then you start another story and another until eventually you get this memory city think new york skyline, everything huge and toppling onto one another it's overwhelming you look up and can't see the top like being trapped inside a cube only the space inside is your life and all the walls of mistakes and memories are too tall to get out of so since you can't escape you explore you start on the closest lowest floors the easiest places think disney world, think swing sets and sand boxes the places seem bright, like they might have been happy but it's so small and far removed you can hardly remember it was good you guess but not pulling or intoxicating enough to hold you forever you need more a stronger sensation so you scavenge climb over all the debris, the torn up floor boards dilapidated stairways and finally you are in a place of intensity where once you felt safe but now the rush is over and the ruins are such an insult you hate that it's over you won't accept that it's gone you pull at the lose threads, as if you will rip out something whole and new it's so frustrating, but you just can't give up the tears erode you you become your grief, wear it proudly like a fur coat it's cruel and ugly, but you cherish it you need to otherwise your torso feels so empty and shivering has never shaken you more eventually through, you start to wonder if maybe you could start something new rebuild on a different level start a new floor or maybe even a whole new building and this one could be beautiful maybe even fantastical you start to get excited for the first time in a while it's nice, almost familiar until you see how flat the ground is there's so much work to do maybe you should just try to salvage the old place after all, it was once so beautiful you look at the ugly walls now, but that trace is still there there was magic here, an incredible purity you feel it in your heart, in your skin, in your fucking hairline you need this to stay who said you couldn't have both so that's what you decide to do you start building anew and it's slow but you have an old haunt to go to when you get too scared and this new place, it's looking better and better everyday and the old is starting to look even more worn down maybe you should just bulldoze over it convince your heart to re-record but wait this is not about buildings this is not about walls or floors, or blocks this is about falling in love about keeping memories separate about learning to create enough space in your heart for more than one simple story here is the moment here is now you can keep the old connection as long as you'd like treasure it have a level to aspire to but remember the flaws nothing was perfect but all in all, it was pretty amazing i will always love you matt, just the way you were but now is my new day and i'm sincerely trying to focus on rebuilding

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