Maybe They Just Needed a Place

I just couldn’t fall asleep.

I was lying there, thinking.

About what I had seen.

Some of the things hadn’t gone away.

They hadn’t faded.

They hadn’t disappeared.

They just… stayed.

And then I thought.

Maybe they don’t need to stay only in my head.

Maybe they need a place.

Not a big one.

Not anything fancy.

Just… their own place.

Maybe a shelf in a closet.

One you could open whenever you wanted to look again.

And then close again.

Without rushing.

Without explanations.

I could call it:

Things I Saw Along the Way

And put there everything I had seen.

Not exactly as it happened.

But as it remained.

A little changed.

A little… mine.

Maybe not everything will be understood.

But maybe that’s not the point.

The point is that these things aren’t forgotten.

And maybe…

one day

you’ll open that shelf

and see something

you hadn’t noticed before.

Notes by Mr. Monsterʘʘ