it's like having your own library, a library lined with shelves upon shelves filled with your memories.

it's like having your own poem, poems that when glued together become a treasury of sort, a treasury filled with your hopes.

it's like having pretty lined paper that can only be found in the diary hidden under your pillow, a diary filled with your dreams.

the library. the poem. the diary. the memories. the hopes. the dreams.

it is here, here where you keep your magic. 

here is the scenario - there are two empty boxes on the floor
here is the decision - final must be made off the top of your head
here is the action - operation stuff as much stuff as you can
here is the opening - turn the key to the nest
here is the celebration - Christmas and your birthday
here is the predicament - lost and found or find and seek
here is the quandary - conglomerate or bestow
here is the remorse - why?
​