All my memories are trap there, it often reminds me of a memory I want to forgot but, can't.
There, often scenes are captivated.
There, often obsession of something resides.
There, often love blossoms.
There, often worry seizes me.
There, often happen thing that reminds me of how silly i am.
There, often regrets are born.
There, remains a record of every feeling, every pain, every obsession, every grief, anger, sorrow, satisfying thing that pleads me.
A Jar filled with everything to feel, it is locked and the keys are lost.
That's my Heart.