Mind the Paint

I was created out of an energy ball of lifelong knowledge From another lifetime; then I was placed into the head of an Unsuspecting neonate who will not remember by age three That she selected her own parents for particular life lessons. She will yell “I hate you to her mother” when she is 15, Because that is normal. And normal is what I want her to be Even though in every way, the way I was created was anything but. My creators threw in imagination, and hope, optimism too. They threw in challenges to try and harden me up, but the angel Who loved me the most gave me six times the optimum dose of Optimism, so the challenges have not been on me that much. If I was a chair I would be jeweled and be-dazzled with love. The head angel saw to that. Jewels and the be-dazzler do Not work on gray or pink matter, though, so until I am a Chair, I will be content and happy knowing I deserve jewels And glitter, neon paint, and being be-dazzled. I will soon forget the head angel; this Is the way all minds are created. No worries. I will develop many dendrites, which I will be allowed to take to my next Neonate in my next lifetime. I think so much about myself, I feel silly right now. What’s that, heart? No problems, Darling. It’s all good.