It is time for some spring cleaning, you say to yourself as you curiously walk up the attic that you once used to hide in when you and your friends played hide and seek. While you clean up the cobwebs, dust off those old paintings of yours and rearrange all this ragged up furniture ready for the trash dump, you start to feel a bit exhausted from all this heavy lifting. After letting yourself fall into your grandma's old couch, you sense something hard poking into your back. A ragged up journal that is bearly held together by the torn up blue cover fills your heart with joy as it reminds you of a more innocent time. You open it up and decide to delve into those thoughts that you once treasured, be it even just for the two days that you thought would be worth writing about.

Dear Diary

I think I might have made a friend today and I really like her. We danced, we jumped around, we cooked some dinner for mum. She likes writing diaries, so I think, I will start one too! I like writing. I also like dancing a lot. My friends are very cool and my parents love me very very much. Sometimes, I think about what life will bring and where I will be in a thousand years too. When I think about it, I might be a star that you can look up to. Mommy likes looking at them a lot and maybe I will turn into one as well. Anyway, thank your dear diary, until tomorrow!

In between the two sole entries you find an abundance of drawings of stars, other children that you can barely identify and some dried up leaves that someone forgot to remove after pressing them. You start remembering those beautiful memories that you once had with your past friends and family and can't help but chuckle at how you kinda forgot about this little book after just three days.

Dear Diary

I am so sorry, I forgot to write yesterday. We were at a ranch with my grandparents and we had a lot of fun. I saw dogs, sheep, cows, chickens and cats. They were very cute and I like animals. I even like birds now because they can fly and are not always loud when I try to sleep in. I will tell my friend about them tomorrow and yeah. Thank you for being here diary, I am having a lot of fun. I will show you some of the animals now because I drew so many of them.

You sigh as you see those messy drawings of all kinds of animals. This day you have treasured in your heart for all these years and it is clear that this diary completed this little puzzle you call past. After a short stretch, you leave the attic, jump in your favourite sweater and scramble your box of pens until you find an old crayon that you never seemed to have gotten rid of. Cuddling up under a blanket you start to write.

Dear Diary

Well, this was quite unexpected. I deeply wish to tell this old me that anything that has happened, anything that might happen eventually, has been perfect. We made the mistakes that we had to make and we went on as many adventures as we could. I fondly treasure those memories and finding you here up in this dusty old attic made me realize how strange this little world actually is. Eventually, things will change and I know that that is fine. I change, you changed, obviously, yet my feelings for this certain someone have not. Mother used to tell me about those stars that she never stopped comparing me with. I might take her up on that notion as, in fact, reaching up high was a definite risk that I will never regret taking.

CREDITS Profile and text by Lyonid