Reading Time: < 1 minutes If the world was ending, I would let my cat choose one of my fingers. If she chooses the index finger, I would listen to her soft vowels and curious chanting about her past eight lives. She keeps telling me I was a Persian cat once. If she licks my thumb, I will set off …
Reading Time: < 1 minutes You know Math expresses love more cleanly than anything ever can. I wish you the fate of parallel lines. Because parallel lines are better than intersecting lines. Those that meet and cross each other but once and then go away never to see each other again. I wish you the fate of parallel lines because …
The Mind Bin is a creation of my mind and my mind is a minefield. I try not to step on it and cause explosions because I know people already have.
My mind is an overworked investment banker frantically trying to settle her debts; debts worth millions of moments and tons of heartbeats. I know my mind is a bin that has held too much crap for too long; I need to right-click and press shift and delete. It needs work, perhaps a pest control, or more likely, a gym membership- some exercise, food and maybe just a tiny little piece of the chocolate bar from the love factory. Welcome to The Mind Bin!
