warm honey ▸ poetry

84 my mosaic (a rewrite of 57)

when i was younger and people would ask me what my favorite of something was,
my favorite
color?
drink?
food?
animal?
song?
movie?
book?
you know, the basics, the small talk
i wouldn't really have an answer
i'd shrug and say the same thing,
"i don't have a favorite, i like it all the same"
i don't know if that was because i felt bad singling things out
or because i'm wholeheartedly indecisive
or because i didn't truly know myself
and i think about those times
the ever changing
the discovering
the process i went through to get where i am today
trial and error
this one works but this one doesn't
pass and fail
those processes transformed the way i see the world
and the way i cherish things
so now, when someone asks me what my favorite of something is,
i have an answer.
i love the colors brown, pink, orange and green
i love cow prints
i love purses, but only the smaller handheld ones
i love cherry vanilla coca cola, any type of pasta and warm brownies fresh from the oven
i love collecting lighter designs, candles, claw hair clips, incense and crystals
i love stuffed animals
i love spearmint gum
i love chai tea because one of my best friends had me try hers at the small coffee shop in our college town
i love baggy clothes, big shirt little pants or little shirt big pants
i love cats and plants
i love swimming, even though i'm terrified of deep water creatures
i love dinosaurs and space
i love ancient greece and rome, colonial american and native american history
i love writing and books, i don't have the attention span for tv shows or movies though
i love tattoos
i love drunkenly dancing on a platform with friends
i love coca cola candies because my sister brought them home from 5 below one day and let me try them
i snap my head from rear view mirror to side mirror to behind the shoulder when driving because that's how my driver's teacher taught me
it's not really a mosaic
because i picked these things up on my own accord
it's more so, the things that make me, me