My thoughts linger around like the lights resonating from my snow globe. I wonder what its like to run three thousand miles deep in the sun. Far from the glowing thoughts.
The world twinkles, and rumbles a little too loud for me somedays. All I want to do is accomplish something but my creativity has its days. Somedays its hard to write a page, other days I can write 52 pages in one sitting.
Distractibility is my weakness when my mind is rewinding. Sometimes my mind is on hyper speed, somedays it takes forever to reboot.
I have batteries, they run out somedays. I have to change them to feel alive again.
My brain is twisted and turned around. All I need is a little sleep, a little energy, a little bit of a high to make me feel accomplished again.
My thoughts linger…
Sometimes, I write things that just simply don’t make sense…
Poetry from a rebooting brain isn’t meant to make sense but what work of art ever makes complete sense anyway?