I wanted to be a kid this week. Or maybe I wanted to be an adult?
Who knows. What I do know is that I ended up somewhere in between.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Dirt
I yearn to create something; to have a mind that wanders and floats and plays.
My mind is dirt. And when I say dirt, I mean the gooey treat we had the privilege of eating as children; the dessert that conjures up nostalgia and reminds me of excitement and being at Grandma's. I often see my thoughts as brown. Not very enticing. Warm, maybe, and down to earth; the most primitive of all colors.
But I think because I was created, I can create. I'm pretty sure there are some multicolored gummy worms wiggling around in the brown matter. I want to find them, and I want to set them free.
My mind is dirt. And when I say dirt, I mean the gooey treat we had the privilege of eating as children; the dessert that conjures up nostalgia and reminds me of excitement and being at Grandma's. I often see my thoughts as brown. Not very enticing. Warm, maybe, and down to earth; the most primitive of all colors.
But I think because I was created, I can create. I'm pretty sure there are some multicolored gummy worms wiggling around in the brown matter. I want to find them, and I want to set them free.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
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