Today, I rolled up my sleeves, Stretched out my fingers, and dug both hands deep into my mind. With all of my might, I yanked out an idea — against her very will.
And now she lies limp on the carpet before me. So I nudge her side with my foot, really pushing my weight into it. But she slumps back like a tired old dog.
Full of defeat, I crawl into bed and revisit an old book, who is much more attentive to my needs.
I nibbled the deliciously creative contents of each page. Page after page of literary caviar. Insightful. Brilliant. And right when I least suspect it— bang!
An idea splashed into the room, all hue and chaos! A living mosaic. A jigsaw of thoughts. Moving and shifting, a pleasure massaging the mind.
Emerald greens, buttercup yellows and vibrant pinks— juxtaposed about the room, like prisms of sun beams thrust through stained glass.
How can I gather all of this light before I lose the sun?
**Not really sure what this is. Just wanted to write something :). Thanks for reading.