All I have done is rhymed words that I am certain no one will ever hear.
Write stories that no one will ever read.
Characters that no one will ever know.
I have made up worlds and scenarios.
Where real witches and fairies reside.
Created love stories with some drama and
even came up with some bitter sweet endings.
Spoken words have left me they all reside in my mind.
All these colorful feelings sparkle and shine within...
Like confetti they travel in this head of mine and if you could
see inside you would see the beautiful snow-globe my mind has become.
How enchanted it all is and how like ripples in water they play out in real life...
|Baby M is a super fan of Super Why and she wanted a cape like his... Best I could do with what I had around.|
But when I try to speak the words like particles of dust highlighted by sunlight which to me looks like confetti they disappear. When I try to force those words out of that sacred place they reside from my wine colored lips there is no sound.
So I let my fingers do the dance creating songs and poetry.
My hands build clouds and write stories that no one ever will read.
With characters that no one will ever know.
Happy Thursday from rainy Savannah...