“Why?” you may ask, “Why think so heavy?”
Each brick is a memory.
Packed densely with character.
Sight, sound, sense, feel, and most important – people.
Each person has their own brick.
Somewhat like a library’s cross-referencing system.
This is how my bag gets even heavier.
I lighten my burden, by slowly unpacking my load.
Once unpacked, I lay them out in front of me,
surveying my life – right before my eyes.
I smile and cry, and scream all at once,
but once out, they begin to feel like feathers.
I put them back in my pack, one after one.
Then I rejoin the trail, with my feather bricks.