You know what's weird?
Brain compartments.
It's like you have this compartment
In your brain
You know it's there
It's closed, but it's there.
There's no lock on it,
It's just there.
You can think about it
You can think about it being there.
Because you know it's there.
But what's inside the compartment-
That's a whole other story.
You can't remember.
You know it's there, but you can't remember.
You can touch it.
Run your fingers over it every once and awhile
It's dusty.
But
If you want to reach into the compartment-
Well, that's really hard to do.
Maybe unconsciously you know that you shouldn't mess with the compartment.
You should be thankful it's there.
But you're stupidly curious, aren't you?
You want to know what happened to you, why you are the way you are.
You reach into the compartment.
By then it's too late.
