Sometime I think we all wish we could've
Of known what the other person was thinking
How you want to untwine those threads in a person minds for them even when that's for them to do themselves undress their brain,
You Want to wonder in their garden and
Pick what's best for your stomach to digest
Loves as potatoes, cabbages for comfort
Carrots for the passion in the eyes and you pick and pick til you find, a rear vegetable-
And label it as intention
A ?
A pause
Now you don't know if you should ask someone about the rear vegetable or just
Cook it up or leave it where it is.
and Your own delicate fragile heart that
Picks up it's own pieces and stitch itself back together, how you wish you could jump
And dive into a person mind a hallow ocean
Within the pool, a pool Within a lake, a lake Within a puddle of locked in reflections looking back at you, as you like a child looks back at it, seeing you from someone's mirror curious and somethings don't always have to make sense, if it gives you comfort even though you don't quit understand it, it makes sense that it gives you comfort for some unknown reasons you'll never know but can search for a reason somewhere though, like hidden shells buried in the skin of the Sand in the Pam like a heart and like a label we'll stick it onto that thing that gives us comfort.
-ashes poetry
