It is my mind:
the clear glass
the invisible things that only I have seen
in the see through container
the accumulation of ideas and inventions
the hopes and dreams!
It is what I have envisioned!
the many worlds that I have lived in alone
a universe of its own!
It is over the capacity limit!
and it keeps growing!
like a vine that creeps up over the walls
and overflowing!
like water running
running
running
and sprinting!
(down the drain)
but where its going
is nowhere.
It has been neglected for so long
It has been put to no use
It has been placed on the back burner
and pushed to the side
It has been abandoned
getting pale as it sits in the dark
existing in the void darkness
it is a monster
from the deepest part of the cold blind sea
only visited like a cemetery
It used to be alive
and it used to bloom as though it could feel the sunshine
but it has been pressed into the old pages of this book
me
before it even got to be
dried out and preserved
before it got to feel the rain
It has been put on the shelf
collecting dust
It has not felt what it is like to be prosperous
It is dusty and rusty and muted in the background
behind me
it is everything I want to be!
I need it!
I need it to come back!
I need to nurture it and bring it back to life!
It has been bottled up.
I need to unscrew the lid that has kept the contents inside from being free!
I have to turn the lid on the glass jar and pour out its contents onto a new page...
I have to see it there...
here!
on the physical pages!
before my very eyes...
I need its light to reflect in my black pupils!
my fading colors need it to see!
It has been brewing on a cold stove
crackling on a fireless pit
the friction of fictitious hands rubbing together
waiting for the warmth
It is an imaginary creature
that used to breathe fire
like a magnificent dragon
dead like a phoenix
It is the uncreated creations
that are ready to come from the dust
and finally breathe life!
Written by Kayla Napua Kong
© October 27, 2012 Saturday 10:08pm
