Where do Regrets go? Had it been possible to stash regrets, my drawer would be teeming with them. I would lock the drawer just to unlock it the very next minute. And once it's full I would be emptying the one next to it off the pages bearing my unshed tears, to stash more, so that they won't spill on the floor. My room would reek of regrets but at least my head wouldn't. My head reeks of regrets. And I keep tossing them from one lobe to another, time to time. Perhaps that's why our brain has four lobes - division
