THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY ATTIC.
THERE'S SOMETHING ON MY MIND.
THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY ATTIC.
THERE'S SOMETHING ON MY MIND.
THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY ATTIC.
The mind is an attic, the attic of the body. It holds thoughts that sometimes shouldn't be mentioned, and many useless memories. It collects dusts once in a while, but as a person takes time to truely think and set free, they clean out their attics. I'm cleaning out my attic.
Fact Of The Day: Something looks different.