thickening

There are memories that I play over and over in my head until each time I go back to thumb through them they have the thickness, the filled out feeling that manifests itself into the consistency of pages from an old book.

Can they be as great as I remember?

Can I make new ones just as good?

Sometimes I would rather go back and stay in that memory than live this life, I don't think that's good. I made my choice.