An empty suitcase full of memories. May feel to light to hold. Yet the stories that it holds can only be understood by the one who owns the case. Time after time it's presence has waited to be filled with the physical things of life. Yet when it all comes down it its empty because the materialism of life can't go everywhere. We love what we can't see but with how it makes us feel inside. Maybe one day in time you will see my memories. Because that's exactly what there not Empty.

Time had passed...