The walls of memory are a confusing thing to walk through.
That one lasting memory from years ago that barely cling to you is so much easier to recall than what you needed two minutes ago.
Sometimes when imagining what my mind may look like I see that one scene from spongebob- where little versions of himself are looking into the cabinets of his mind.
Sometimes I think maybe, possibly that can also be me- deep buried memories and moments that inflict anger, sadness, and the disappointing shortcomings of others are brought back from the catacombs in the deep dark ruins of my mind, pushed back from importance to make room for things that are quite questionable.
Walls upon walls of cabinets spilling over the drawers with desks littered about here and there- with constant thoughts and knowledge always coming in and to be filed away, oh so far away.
Once it leaves the desks it away so far I can't recall and the next thought comes tumbling in.
Always moving and processing is what our brains do, not unlike a computer- multiple tabs of ideas and things run through the mind.
The bustling office work in out mind is rarely silenced-
YOU ARE READING
Spur Writings
AléatoireAs the title says, it's a place where I can put some writings that I plan on doing more often. I used to write but I'm trying to get back into the the fold of it. Honestly I'm not that good at it and hope this helps me- and it's a nice feeling of ju...
