Just a Thought

From the remnants of past memories drowning tears and questions tossed into a midnight sky. Still tangled inside of Charlottes web wanting to say the way that I feel but attention is paid only to the deaf, dumb, and blind. Closed confines or a fruitful oasis. Learning to become a Dean of moods, tempers, and all of my patience. Even though my shell is flawed. Feelings are put on pause as experiences become molding hands seeing myself replaying scenes that I already record. Put it all into a bowl mix it all around and you may find yourself indulging in the flavors of life. Something simple and sweet can easily be turned sour while what’s wrong today can also be converted into tomorrow’s right.