Enter my brain: I talk about writing and everything in between.

Cotton Clouds

Cotton clouds. 

I remember when I first took the train to you.

You folded me like a piece of paper,

And scribbled.

I giggled. It was heaven.

I remember in the car we drove.

A dove flew over us,

As we were speeding.

Let’s run away from this place.

Find a place where we can be.

Shape our future like cotton clouds,

Control the hues of the colored sky.

Control nothing. 

Mind our business.

Mind ourselves.

Mind our words.

Our minds simple,

Like paper kites.

Our words a glimpse of the future lost.

Present revived.

Cotton clouds. I say hello to now:

The cotton clouds shape into dreams.

Shape into you. 

Into us.