Storage just isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.
If you store food
It either molds
Or ends up as access
Stored memories
Rehash bad feeling
Emphasize good times
Dissatisfy you with today.
Store objects take up space,
Then time when re-found
Then space when re-stored.
Whoever invented storage
Will never be invited to my house for tea.
About Me
- Lisa
- I like words. I do. As a freelance writer, I like finding fresh ways to deliver when people hire me to communicate to their target audience. But that’s not what this blog is about. Wheeeeee! This is just a delicious space for me to reveal some of my new and ancient word parties -that might never see the light of day otherwise- with you. Case in point: it might disturb you to know that I have a whole file full of titles. Yes, TITLES. Of novels, screenplays, children’s books and other such things. Things that I may never write. I walk down the street and ‘scroink!’ a title hits me in the face. Someone says something two tables over at a restaurant and I can’t help but scribble it down, thinking, damn, that’d be a great title for something. I promise you here and now this blog will not be a list of titles. I swear. I’m just saying that there’s some words in my satchel that I’ve been itching to share since I was a but a wee lass. (No I’m not from Ireland. But that’s not my fault.)Take a peek. If I could offer you a cup of tea and a really good piece of chocolate to savor along with my offerings, I would surely do so.
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