dear desperate diary,
walking into the post office downtown today caused me to have a flashback attack. i, all of a sudden- out of nowhere even- with each step i took forward towards the desk to the waiting woman- seemed to shrink in time and become smaller and smaller and smaller until i was about the age of seven. then i remembered the number of my dad's post office box, clear as a bell i could see the numbers in my head. i decided to go down to his old box after i mailed my envelope. it only took a second to mail my thing- and i stood at dad's old box. he used to send me in with his key all the time and i would feel so important. it seemed so much bigger when i was a kid- but the door still looks so fancy. with each step i took back towards the lady at the counter- who i had to pass once again to leave, i began to gain my years back- something very strange happened to me in the post office today- a trip back in time- i wish it was so easy to remember everything like that.
walking into the post office downtown today caused me to have a flashback attack. i, all of a sudden- out of nowhere even- with each step i took forward towards the desk to the waiting woman- seemed to shrink in time and become smaller and smaller and smaller until i was about the age of seven. then i remembered the number of my dad's post office box, clear as a bell i could see the numbers in my head. i decided to go down to his old box after i mailed my envelope. it only took a second to mail my thing- and i stood at dad's old box. he used to send me in with his key all the time and i would feel so important. it seemed so much bigger when i was a kid- but the door still looks so fancy. with each step i took back towards the lady at the counter- who i had to pass once again to leave, i began to gain my years back- something very strange happened to me in the post office today- a trip back in time- i wish it was so easy to remember everything like that.
