Under Construction 7.22.20 / 7.31.20
I might look perfectly fine on the outside;
all the seams are in the inside.
Turn me inside out, you'll find, Frankenstein.
If tears were glitter, you would follow the trail and find me.
Closed down for reconstruction.
Hammer and nails.
Needle and thread.
Books and songs.
A glue gun and some tape.
Mortar and bricks.
I'll sand down my experiences;
a final coat of No-More! paint.
Rearranging my thoughts—getting rid of some.
Defragmenting my neurons.
Prioritizing my needs.
Brand new floors.
The heart is to live!,
Not to think!
Spring cleaning in my soul, and there it was; the peace, the love, I was looking for.
I might look perfectly fine on the outside;
all the seams are in the inside.
Turn me inside out, you'll find, Frankenstein.
If tears were glitter, you would follow the trail and find me.
Closed down for reconstruction.
Hammer and nails.
Needle and thread.
Books and songs.
A glue gun and some tape.
Mortar and bricks.
I'll sand down my experiences;
a final coat of No-More! paint.
Rearranging my thoughts—getting rid of some.
Defragmenting my neurons.
Prioritizing my needs.
Brand new floors.
The heart is to live!,
Not to think!
Spring cleaning in my soul, and there it was; the peace, the love, I was looking for.
