And the thunder rolls...

The bad thing about not waking up till 11am, is being wide awake until 2am..

Almost helpful for Bar review, but not really.

Soooo what tick tocs in my brain as I lay restlass looking at the lightning in a 3 glass door pain?

How the Heart became the organ associated with love...how did that happen?

Why not the mind? The skin? The soul even?

The thudding heart...

I remember only one time where I naively placed my hand on Someones heart and thought, if -I- did something right, how his heart could belong to me...

Maybe part of it does...but that's what's wrong with the heart...

It doesn't expand enough. Figuritively the Mind, not the brain but the mind, has no boundaries.

In my mind my love for everyone from my first High School fling to my nights asa a Soldiers call home are wrapped in their own compartments...love, lust, desire, taste, smell, touch, and back again. No one is forgotten...

And my mind ia only left with making all the boxes fit nicely...to be pulled out like the elements of my own private torts against women, and wives, and the sanctity of Romance...

Oh but how I do keep each thought treasured...and simultaneously find an unobscured, and pure and private corner for my love now.

I keep one little corner protected from any harm any other memory may suggest.
Heart? Seems so inappropriate foe this function. If someone out there can clue me in...
Otherwise I'll keep cataloging while the lightning strikes.