Random Thought Bubbles

i picture my thoughts as pieces of paper in a box or several boxes. little torn out bits of foolscap, post-its, corners of previous notes.

the ones that should still be used have their place on the floor, outside their box. laid out haphazardly to be picked up at a moment's notice. the ones that i still cannot release just yet i put back inside their boxes and shelve. for the ones i can finally throw out i picture a wastepaper basket beside a white door into which these bits of paper go. occasionally the shelved boxes fall off and explode in a paper storm and sometimes i go back to the wastebasket and pick out a thought. the garbageman don't come along very often in these parts.

i am a hoarding procrastinator. it takes a long time for papers to be rewritten or thrown out for good.

paper storm day today. spilt milk. i just need a moment to gather myself.