August 28

Have you ever felt like a container of memories, a jar might be a better word/ Jars labeled with our names, when you unwind the lid and peek inside you see memories floating like clouds, soft cotton clouds at the top - light as they can be blown away with a gentle breeze - like a memory of chewing food this morning - insignificant. As you rummage through the jar, giving it a slight shake to mix the contents you also notice a water cloud, a thunder cloud, a cyclonic pool of gangsta clouds, and maybe a couple who sneak at who`s looking and go back in, like the thing you have under your bed, you try to reach it but your hand's too short, like a baby who`d only come to you if it wants to...

I`ve had those glimpses, but like everything going inside your head, you can never be too sure - if its all made up or if its all real or both, everything can and cannot happen -