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The world inside my head (For want of better words)
Words chase each other around my head, blabbering, incoherent;
the half-formed heads of fairytale stories, never finished, never ending.
Wispy, like white eiderdown. Slowly floating to the bottom of my skull, there to stagnate in an eternal pool.
Occasionally, gravity reverses itself, they float up, towards the sunny-blue sky that is the top of my brunette head.
Together, the words solidify, and form stories, stories for you to read, stories for me to write.
Is your head the same?
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Ah, quite mysterious! I only know that there is much to be learned from the full moon, that's why I talk with her so much.
Being a Stargirl, I'm sure that you are on excellent terms with Ms. Lovely Moon.
Haha, I've very recently learned that rather well on the fifteenth, the day of the full moon, to be exact and a little mysterious :)
Strangeness is the spice in life, wholeheartedly.
I believe you, I've never doubted it.
Perhaps it's usually hard for the artist to be very fond of his own work, but it's the mild dissatisfaction which keeps him or her creating! So much the better for those who do think a lot of the work (me!). Geniuses, I'll put it frankly, are oddities of nature. But I guess we're lucky they're around.
Embrace your strangeness. I have already done so; and, as a result, they're saving me a nice cozy room in the psychiatric ward.
And you're welcome! My praise was entirely honest...
Oh good! :D
I'm afraid I never really think much of my work, I'm not sure why. I've always wondered that about the world's geniuses...
Sometimes I think I'm a little too strange, and I forget that everyone's strange in their own way.
Thank you for your inspirational and praise-filled comment, Raven, I am so very glad that you enjoyed my poem.
Minds are strange.
But rarely does anyone have the courage to admit it.
My dear Stargirl, he found it very much to his liking!
I have always known that wonderful things go on inside your head, but it was so good to be able to read the metaphysical laws which guide your mind's goings-on. And I think that the poem itself deserves far more than an 'eh;' I think it to be quite beautiful! I speak on behalf of all of your readers when I say that it's such a gift that gravity sometimes reverses itself in your head. When the absurd happens, there are always incredible results. :)
