MY world.

Sometimes I can see it, crystal clear:

My thoughts.
Running about my head.
Neon blue, ultra violet.
... Perhaps velvet to the touch.

Snapshots of memories, hung up like photographs in a darkroom.
Random. Unselected.

My brain: like an armoire or a sock draw - no two socks alike.
Befuddling.

And when a sudden thought strikes... BAM!

My brain Sparks!

Like a thunderstorm: rumbles of ideas - pretentious ones I dismiss immediately - interesting ones to probe further...

I sort through them in a systematically, nonsystematic way.

And then, like the earliest of mornings, before even the birds are awake...
It is silent once more.

But there are some days, when all I see is my head. An average head. Slightly round, covered in two-toned, wildly curly-wavy hair.
Hazel eyes.
Which can't decide whether to be brown or green - that really is a hassle.
And a blank expression.

... Well. Not so much.