The Hoarder

Sometimes an event triggers off a memory and a distant emotion resurfaces. 

We keep digging our past to give coherence to our existence. 

 Every time I close my eyes, I bury my face into a bag of memories, and pull out the one that shouts loudest into my ears. 

Then I walk into that time and age and experience the experience again. However as I am growing I am scared that the years should not corrupt them.