Concealed behind the deep navy blue cover
And the glistening gold information
They begin with a grainy, laminated photo
Then a signature here
And a birth date there.
I continue on
By slowly turning a few textured orange pages
To find my first stamp.
Memories begin to flash flood in my mind
Like a river bursting over its banks
Too much and too fast.
I come across my next stamp
And yet again
I am drowning in memories.
I overcome the sheer amount
Starting to turn more pages
I find more stamps.
This time though
I can deal with the overflow
I pick out one of my favourite memories.
In my mind
I’m on an aeroplane
About to land after a seven hour flight.
Laughing loudly with my sister and mum
I get up to stretch
And gaze around the cabin.
My excited and blissful eyes
Fall upon an extremely red faced man
Staring furiously right back at me.
I quickly plant myself
Back in my lumpy chair
Attempting to get away from the man’s burning stare.
A minute or two passes
Expecting the man to be looking somewhat normal
My stiff legs stand me back up to turn around.
I find him unchanged
Still his eyes burn into me
I quickly slide back into my chair avoiding confrontation.
Acting like a trigger
Sets of a spur of more memories.
Attempting to navigate through the great amount
I come across another interesting memory
This time not involving an angry man but an unfamiliar country.
In a country
That speaks a foreign language.
Trying to get back to my hotel
I rush through dark dirty alleys
And up steep stairwells.
I come across a
Very sympathetic stranger
Who points me in the right direction.
As I start planning out in my mind
What I should’ve done differently
The bright neon lights of my hotel come into view.
I begin to think about this memory I’ve acquired
And how I wouldn’t have had it
Without my petite blue book.
Holding this object
Feather light in my hand
I realise the power it holds.
To bring me to tears
To bring me to joy
To bring me everything in a pocket-sized rectangle.