I cannot begin to describe the beauty of the mind and the way it holds on to certain stimuli,
The way it spurs into action when it sees a pair of pretty eyes,
The way it encourages you to laugh and cry.
The mind is a treasure overlooked by the plain eye.
Guarded by a labyrinth, daring people to uncover what's inside.
I wish people didn't turn a blind eye to the intricacies of the mind and were daring enough to untangle it's vines, for they may be presently surprised.
I challenge you to take a look inside my mind.
You'll be confused at first but I hope you get passed the twine guarding the outside.
You'll see a bunch of squiggly lines connecting the thoughts that race in my mind.
But don't be shy.
Whoever said there was no beauty in a scribble, simply lied
