erasing

sometimes i want an eraser,
other times i dont.

today i want an eraser to look at, to adore, to gaze at, knowing that i would not use it. I dont want to erase anything. i like everything. i dont want to take anything back. not the good, not the bad. not the memories that haunt my mind. not the smiles that float in and out of my body. not the tears that have fallen, not the blood that was drained, not the scares that are seen by some, not anything. i just want to know, for me, that i would not erase anything even with the chance laying in front of me.