Scrawl

 

Take a thought,

sprinkle it with fine magic dust,

add it to the little chalkboard in my head, 

hopefully I'll notice it again

amongst the scribbles.

Those old childlike pictures

that come to me in a dribble.

Scrawled in crayon,

but it feels like neon

burning brightly

into my inner vision.

 

Take a thought,

wrap it in the finest blanket.

Add it to the den I've created in my head,

the one that reminds me of childhood.

Where we would

walk for hours,

miles

lost in our own mind floods.

Exploring,

looking for adventure,

discovering

lost hidden treasure.

 

Take a thought and coat it in glitter.

Let it sparkle, like the summers of old,

where the sun shone bright and gold.

Where we could always find excitement,

whatever the weather

and fairweather friends were like those feathered fiends,

flapping their wings before soaring away

but we always had forever and a day.

To spend on us,

my thoughts and me.

 

 

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