27 May 2012
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.
MY world. • Opuss № I