Free Bird

Alice in Wonderland

And so she gave in to all the chaos,
She lost to the world,
Embracing all the burdens of confusion.
Her thoughts were shattered,
Eclectic and colorful,
A mosaic she has yet to see.

Who was she?
She thought she knew.

But they all could see it,
She was pure art in the midst of all the madness.

Au Revoir

Stitches

There was half a minute left of REM's "losing my religion" when the car crashed.
I keep it on replay now every morning drive
Your coffee gets cold,
My lips get dry,
Your doodles are still on the car window;
that stupid heart you made
My mind gets foggy just thinking,
I miss your warmth.
Winter nights get tough and lonely
But the fire keeps burning
And that song keeps playing.

Daydreamers

Let's all be daydreamers for a day
Just make our own reality with painted pictures or
written words
Let's just be painters or writers or
street musicians or graffiti artists
Maybe even beggars
or soldiers

Just for a day
Let's be everything today.

Pluviophile

I can't remember the last time i fell asleep to the rain.  I'm falling asleep to it now but i'm forcing myself to get these words out; to get these lists out of my head.  Places i want to go, things i want to see.  I know there is more out there.  It's crazy to think that the people i see during the day have a thousand thoughts and a thousand other people they have walked past in their life time.  Most of which i will never know.  The earth is just too big it makes me sad.  I'm not one to enjoy too much company for too long but i wonder what people think about.  What do they know that i don't?

What have they seen that i haven't?  I'll never know.  I should just wrap myself around my own thoughts but it would be easy if my thoughts weren't wrapped around a countless number of other thoughts. Thinking about thinking; metacognition.  That's what i do best.  So now what?
I just listen to the rain drops wash away every last bit of Monday night.  I let my mind have at it.  That field of sunflower beds i'm still waiting on to bloom.  Maybe tomorrow will be their sun rise.  Maybe tomorrow will be mine.  After the rain has died out and my thoughts have drowned the streets with them.

Maybe then.

Brainstorming

The sound of the raindrops are putting me to sleep.  But i wouldn't say i'm bored, i'm actually consoled.  I feel safe and empty but so full at the same time.  I feel sleepy but dreamy.  I feel musical, it's like singing in the rain.  So alive and so excited and so in love.  Even fear creeps in, but i can't stop myself from twirling in the rain.