In-side

The essence of a person summed up
Into their favorite colors
Songs that make their eyes glimmer
Listening to ramblings
And their speeches delivered

Inside
Every human mind
Is a planet in the vast solar system
Of man-kind
It’s own spirals and rings
Like a blanket fabricated and weaved
Imperceptible pieces of fabric
Taking shape and form
Like grass growing out from the earth
Neural pathways connecting
Like roads and such on a map

Inside consciousness lies memory
An undercurrent
Something spiritual manifested into pictures
Clicking like the beginning of and old movie
Processed film…
Yes fuzzy, tv-static memory
Replaying our idealized version of what happened
A film of what we could’ve said better
Our darkest secrets and fears
Who we would die for

I love watching films.
I love the ambience of the worlds created
Within our realm of consciousness
I love listening to songs.
Yes
I keep a notebook of memory
Songs that make their eyes glimmer
Listening to ramblings
And their speeches delivered
How comforting was their mother
How brave was their father.
It’s something I can hardly describe
But it’s the sole thing which brings joy to my life.