A Poet's Scripts

Thoughts

I sit.

Eyes closed.

Dark.

Calm.

Peaceful.

Outside, it is raining.

Hard.

But I am safe in my mind palace.

My thoughts drift through the darkness.

My thoughts are wild and free,

like a bird soaring through the sky.

My ideas are strong,

never going away,

like memories.

My imagination?

Powerful.

Infinite.

Making me who I am.

I sit.

Eyes closed.

Dark.

Calm.

Peaceful.