“I can't say why some memories float and other sink.”
“Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?”
“I can't remember the last time I crapped in somebody's sink, but I think it may be why I'm not allowed in Home Depot anymore.”
“Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?”
“Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat. ”
“What shall I do with this ageing me? Neither floating nor sinking,I drift, tossed by the waves of years.”