It's time for a night of artistic introspection
I'm wondering why my mind is withering.
Why so unappreciated?
Why is my mind the last thing on anyone's list?
If I had my way,
I would read minds
they're fascinating tidbits
of celestial proportions.
Every brain is racing,
every pair of eyes has potential behind them.
I want to shed my pre conceived notions of every soul I meet.
Why can't I do that?
There are so many layers of thick glossy paint over this girl.
I tell you, I need to take a bath in acetone.
No, this isn't a poem.
It's a ramble. A preamble.
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3 comments:
go on girl, you jive until you feel alive and then you thrive! I haven't read the book you mentioned; I'll have to check it out. So what's your preconceived notion of me??? Of course I would as that.
I've thought nothing but the best of you; always Charlie.
You're real, genuine, classy, cute, talented, etc.
Shall I go on? ha... ;)
An acetone bath actually sounds pretty good right about now. Wash away those misconceptions and misperceptions and actually be and see and be seen.
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