So I'm a big ol' weirdo

I keep my memories good and bad in boxes, not in the boxes in the physical sense. I mean in my mind.
I once tried to explain it to a lover of mine, he pleaded with me if we broke up to never put him in a box. He wanted to stay at the forefront of my mind. He now has a box, a pretty small one. My first love has a box filled with good times at the top, so if I'm just passing over the box it makes me smile, but if I'm given time to search deeper into a box, well it's not a good thing.

There are some boxes that aren't opened often, because...
1. I haven't properly dealt with it or...

B. Because the box just isn't worth opening.

Some people who have come into my life do have more than one box.

My first love has two just because our relationship was so deep and painful for me.
I try only to open the box "marked" Grace not the one marked P.J. strange huh?

Some boxes hold little "demons" not evil or anything but I think of the "demons" as issues. Sometimes those little fuckers jump up out of those boxes and I have to chase them down.

Did I mention these little troublemakers are completely naked, dark red with horns and they have little round bums with tails? Well they are.
They don't mean to cause trouble, but they just run around all the boxes like crazy laughing their asses off!
Once I "catch" them I stuff them back in whatever box they escaped from and I place the lid firmly on top.
I'm usually safe until the next time the decide to "play". I've been this way most of life, it works for me.