He gathered his thoughts in a plastic bag
to carry around with him,
to bring out when needed,
when he wanted to reuse them.

Tired and forgotten memories
that could be re-ignited,
and at any chosen time
to be used to tear down their target.

Their life in the airtight container
starved them of any air
thus, actually rendering them
ineffectual and for all intents 
and purposes dead.

The plastic itself would never
decay so, the thoughts just
remained there, and were stifled,
frozen in the moment
that they were dropped inside.