Thought and Ideas are ever fleeting so I will, while I still can remember, scribe it outside my consciousness. So when I grow older, I can look back at the memories, thoughts and emotions that dwelt in my youth. The tears, the laughter and idleness that transpired in my stay here on earth are what I want to safely secure in this.
A journal of thoughts
A drawing board of dreams
And a pillow of comfort
Welcome to my Pensive. Share with me. Grow with me. And if luck swings our way, die with me.
