I'm not like everybody else
I'm different...
Magnolia Dreams
out in the field on top of a hill...
Floating on a downy cloud
of rainbow coloured dreams...
It's been ten days since I painted and seven since...
You might be wondering why I'm not listening to...
Sweet summer substance,
the warmth of her rays...
There's always that moment
When you feel as though you're about to break...
In a world full of confusion
where red only appears as anger...
Another brick wall
bangs against my head...
There's something about how we moved when we...
that brief sense of comfort, love, and ease...
I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...
A walk,
Through lonely lanes in quiet solitude...
If someone could read my mind,
Oh what sight that would be...