Contact by Iron Hox

I'm trying to recreate memories in more perfect detail. I often am able to conjure entire scenes with all the little nuances sprinkled in. They are burned in my mind. I can go back there and breathe that air as fully as I can in the present. Ecstatic moments and failures that pulverize me. In equal part I conjure them. They possess me day to day.

This is a collection of soft, kind memories. Ones that felt dreamlike and frail as I experienced them. They wove new patterns I had not seen before. Enamored as they burst into life and then faded in a lingering emerald haze. These are rare in life and I keep them safe. Everything else is erased at their return.

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