What if every time you had a new thought, it would just stick onto another part of your body? And when there was no more space to add another thought, it would just layer over another thought, so then your thoughts would connect? The thoughts that meant the most would stick to your heart, and the thoughts you wanted to let out would be in your throat, until you could spit it out. Thoughts that were sad would be on your eyeballs, so at the right moment they could spill out as tears. You would never have to try to explain your thoughts, because people could just X-Ray you and be able to see all of your thoughts.
I'd want to turn myself inside and out.
5386 days.
listening to: leisure suite - feist
I'd want to turn myself inside and out.
5386 days.
listening to: leisure suite - feist
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