mess
I am not that type of person that keeps secrets
But I am the one who wants to keep antiques
That came from important people I met here
In this world that is full of reality
I can laugh, cry, and think of things
That I remembered as I see these
It’s a mess to other people I say
But it is a treasure for people like me
There is no reason for these to be thrown away
For these have been parts of my life in reality
If something here would be missing
I cannot really forgive myself in just a day
Memories of my past are here in this old case
And helps my memory to go back in my time then
I can see my similarities and differences
From the day I went out and I came in
I think it is not enough for me to say
But I think it is better to have just these
"It’s better for me to be dead anytime
As long as my memory is still alive"