My thoughts sit like a bowl of soup.
I stare at the bowl.
Soupy brown with drippy okra.
I write my thoughts down.
Thoughts of nothingness.
So I toss them in the garbage can of my head.
It feels like Jambalaya in my soul.
That's all I have to say about that today.
(This makes no sense. I should have drawn a bowl of soup, but that would be boring and a garbage can head is much more enjoyable.)
2 comments:
Oh I don't know, I like your drawing :0 Keep writing it out, flesh out those thoughts inside your head.
Love ya girl,
Susan
Susan, thanks for your vote of confidence ;)
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