i’m in a state of zen
and mess
and,
for some reason,
it’s perfect .
the beauty in beautiful mess
is a colour unknown to this world
and a feeling so conflicting,
the only way in which one can express it
is if your mind was
mine .
emotions as swift as the dynamic wind
that has the audacity to blow through the tiny default entrances of a household .
my mind’s a universe
all
by
itself .
one that was once dark,
but is now decorated in dimly lit confetti :
soft greys,
browns,
jazz,
drums
and choruses of unpopular voices
singing tunes of what humans have labeled as
“feelings”..
..but they’re much more.
more than the number of words available to explain
and more than any art work discovered
&
undiscovered.
I AM MUCHNESS !
my confetti universe
lights up a speck
every day,
as new ideals light up
every single day :
sky scrapers of ideas
and yellow trees decorated in day dreams...
all these words in my head
become nothing more than
steam to this world.
this atmosphere of zen
in the music that is my silence,
in the canvas that is my room,
lost
in
my
pretty
confetti
universe .
