Mind Castle

Is it mine? A place with walls and doors of my choosing?

Is it permanent? No, mine would be ever changing, ever moving and fluid. Mine would be solitary, filled with all the things I need and want to remember.

Mine would be a labyrinth. No map, no plan just walls and me.

I’d keep my things safe and bury what haunts me. The key to my suffering need not freely hang. It will have a cold and dark home.

Why? You’re asking me why do I need this place? Because it’s too much, too little or not enough in my mind. Forget don’t forget. Don’t think about it, think about it. The words keep ringing away.

If I can lock it in a room then I can forget, but the room is mine and mine alone. No passcode, no timer just a lock, a key and me.

Would you, if you could, take the things you don’t need and compartmentalize them? Would you sort them into cute little boxes away in your castle? I would, I have and I will.

Mine is a labriynth, a maze no one but I can solve. A place for small things, big things and sequential things to stay.

What is yours?