What goes on Inside your head?
My head rests a big box, planted between sunflowers and magnolias. I have been brought up like that, a socially comfortable environment. Beautiful enough to grow. But the box, is abandoned. It's kept somewhere between the brims of an old painting and near a house that has no furniture inside.
Inside my head , lays constant judgement that I like not to think of, a demon of all sorts, a plastic bag with leftover confetti labelled happy, and maybe some tears in a see through bottle brought from the flea market. Some dried flowers, tied with a ribbon of words. A song that I call my own and a whole lot of anger for nothing.
Some dreams , a few wishes , some books I never bought and some names. Some friends or aquaintances. A few clothes that don't fit no more. But mostly the inside of my head is a place you don't want to know.
-A.M.
