Jumping Circles.

Staring at the white-ness of this rectangular shaped box leads me to believe in the openness and vastness of my thoughts that can fill this space. Mostly thoughts of my heart which is filled with much hope and a mountain of memories. I like analogies and I like quotes. I like to make nonsensical comparisons.

My heart like a clogged pipe that is desperate to be unclogged and when that happens it'll be like a dam; an outburst of emotions. My heart like a triple decker house sandwich (the assortment of ingredients that would make your eyes cross with a tinge of disgust but your tastebuds would savour the combination oddly put together leaving you wanting for more).

My heart, contains a jar of memories that is carefully bubble wrapped; kept in a box labelled fragile. So fragile, in fact that it cannot be shipped out because I fear that if my mind opens the lid, it mind break into tiny molecules that my brain has receptors for. Receptors that would activate the molecules causing a chain reaction called - Reminis. A scientific term for reminiscing.

Sigh, am I really that bored ah. Or is this just procastination at its peak. BOOHOO.