Friday, September 3, 2010

Daydream traveling Poem

Mr. Travel agent, I need to buy a ticket...
travel to the corners of my seemingly vacant mind and meditate.
There I will find solace til bang bang bang someone pounds in my mind the information I don't really care about. Hey.. HEY, are you awake?! I am... but not for you. I'm having lemonade with my childhood memories so if you don't have something vitally important to say, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can, but for now I'll sit and replay my day, with me as the leading lady. For now, I'll sit on the feathery beaches and watch my brainwaves go by, For now I'll gaze at the twinkling sky and reach for the stars in my eyes, my eyes which watch my feet to avoid eye contact with the pressure. My feet which take me to the places I go to escape reality. The places I go which determine who I am. For now I'll stay put and find beauty in my ignorant mind, my blissful, melancholic, racing mind. One which creativity is often mistaken for insanity, but only to those that can't experience it. It's beautiful, I wish you could only see.
Hey... Hey are you awake?!
Yes... I'll send you a postcard.

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