A Keepsake in a Ziploc Bag

There is a keepsake in a Ziploc bag in the attic.  The kind of keepsake that was there simply for fun, no serious attachments or impactful bonds.  

The bag was big and spacious, but the keepsake never let anything else in.  It was not out of malicious intent.  If the keepsake was comfortable and content, why should it consider how anything else feels?

How nice it must be, to be emotionally secluded in an attic where we worry about those around us.

A Cardboard Box

There is a cardboard box in the attic.  The box’s job is to keep it’s important items inside and protected.  But this box is not good at its job.  It is heavily worn down by the friction of the important items against it’s interior.  

You want to have sympathy for this box, but you can’t.  Every box gets worn down and crumpled, but they hold onto their important items.  They do everything they can to preserve the peace of their important items.

But this box took ‘preserving peace’ as never speaking up when it was poked by its important items.  Then it had the gall to condemn the items whenever it decided that they poked a little too far because no boundary had been made.  

Sometimes boxes lose their items and that is okay because mistakes can happen.  But this box casted out its important items and abandoned them in an immature fashion.  Even when letting them back in, it would not address it’s damage.  For that, sympathy can only go so far.

A Wooden Floorboard

There is a wooden floorboard in the attic.  It had two nails just like every other floorboard, but one of those nails especially meant a lot to it.  Tragically, the nail was ripped away from this attic too soon.  The nail was missed by many, but losing the nail broke the floorboard.  

The floorboard attempted long-term repair, but it was too difficult so it claimed to be all better.  Without the right repair, the floorboard sought out bad habits.  It let in termites to cover up the loneliness.  The termites did not have the floorboard’s best interests in mind and slowly turned it into an irreparable corpse of its former self.  Some of those termites had deeply hurt things the floorboard cared about and yet it still let them in because at least they made it feel better.

Anything in their right mind in this attic would feel remorse for what the floorboard had been through.  But there comes a time when that pain can no longer be used as an excuse.  For the floorboard, it was when unleashed this pain tenfold upon the things it cared about, and destroyed the foundation that it had once helped build.

A Keepsake Atop an Old Dresser

There is a keepsake atop an old dresser in the attic.  The kind of keepsake that was irreplaceable and meant the attic to some things.  

Sadly, being atop an old dresser allowed for the keepsake to be overly exposed to its environment.  An environment filled with things that had corroded and withered overtime without proper care.

Within, the keepsake held beautiful memories that were treasured by so many things.  But no matter how much these things cared about the keepsake, they were bystanders to how it lived.  As time flew by, dust collected on the keepsake.  Not only was the keepsake being corroded, but the memories within it were too.  

The keepsake saw what happened when other things had corroded, and yet still chose to corrode itself.  With so many examples of what not to do, it still chose to follow in the footsteps of the fallen and forgotten.  Even when shown ways it could preserve, it deemed them too much effort and blamed other things for its corrosion.

While maybe seen as cruel, it made the decision to go that route.  Things that were there for the beautiful memories, could not bear to look at it any longer.  And so, the corroded keepsake was left behind on the old dresser.  

A Pair of Rollerskates

There was a pair of rollerskates in the attic.  They were separated from one another a while ago.  They used to have a great time together, running around outside in the good ol’ days.  Now seemingly attics apart, their lives were completely separate from one another.

They were simple-minded things, but you have to wonder if the rollerskates notice the absence of their other half.