Random Things of My Imagination
How so random if a guy took me to perfume store and I never wear perfume. Or at the blue, notebook papers and pencils fall out of the sky. Maybe I would be sitting on my bed writing beautiful poetry in every journal while all the little butterflies and little bubbles flying on thin air. Those are my random things that I imagine. I also imagine my very own secret garden with a handsome knight. He’s just waiting to come out of my dreams and be with me in reality.
This is why I write. My imagination runs through my head every time I flow freely on paper. I kind of speaking in the soulful language of folklore. But when I write, my voice lingers the rhythm of silence. I could hear it through my heartbeat.
In my room
Runs wild on paper----
©2006 Kai Croft