The mind is an interesting cocktail shaker of power.
Batteries not included.
You know you're crashing.
I crashed into a tree once.
Splinters in my teeth for days.
I tried to put back all the pieces.
I couldn't figure out how old
that tree had been.
I reeled on it for sometime.
Cornflakes is a concept I can handle.
Flowers, what sup with that?
Are they just Earth's laughter.
Cliffhangers in stories sometimes
make me question my abilities.
I guess that's why they are called
cliffhangers. So you can decide
if you're going to make it or not.
If, literary, I decided to let myself go,
Would all my pent up vocabulary dissolve?