....I consider my brain to be like a library ....packed to the walls and the roof with books.

weird thing is there be no pictures or titles or anything on the covers of any of these books but anyhow some lunatic librarian twisted skillful has them neat and stacked and weirdo librarian!..."shoosh keep it down in here!"....."damn it!"

"don't want a damn book falling on your damn head now?!"

what you've described isn't a library so much as a warehouse, the items sound more like boxes than books!


tried to lose my library card....don't want to read anymore...
but I'm a freaking .... [bookworm]

was about to go to sleep maybe likely and this song came over the music channel on the tv and ....it was a physical pain....something wonderful that was gone forever but the recall was astounding

the ghost of Today's Music came
but music from your yesterday that came alive and brought
your life and others' from that time and others' places, with them
"something wonderful that was gone forever" & now you want it back
but--irretrievably--it's lost ...
NO, JAMES! It was found, it was yours, it was a gift ...
but of short duration--& and to be embraced, not labeled, not locked down.
It was a gift, James, to feel the feeling again.
Go with the flow. *hugs galore *


now I gotta stay up to haunt my own mental library to find if i can put a title on the crap I'm bein' forced to read...coulda' turned it off...
i don't think you need to sort through or re-read any of this! its been packed away in unlabeled boxes ... you are done with it. they are now crumbling away with time, becoming indistinguishable from each other--and nothing to be scared of ...
but I wanted it....and want even more to classify it

or to at least try and lock the feelings away.......because they are scary


or just experience them?...go with the flow

Yes, James, experience them! go with the flow! feel!!
Even if it lasts only for the few moments of a dream ... it's something wonderful that was

....down the cosmic rabbit hole