To envision my mind –
Is to see a room with no windows or doors.
The outside world is within
The pages of memories stacked upon piles and piles of
Pictures. Photos –
Scattered and cluttered and broken and burnt.
Albums replaced with stories.
Scars form mazes. The exit is the entrance.
When I envision my mind –
I see colour. Thousands and thousands and thousands of shades of
Yellow. Bright and blinding and they are smiling-
Dark as the pupil
when I am not.
The only light is a single bulb.
Too high and flickering.
You envision my mind,
I am not alone.
There are echoes and whispers.
Warmth in the shadow of a touch.
Notice them within your smile.
My eyes open.