Mushy Like Mash Potatoes
Learning to love my way through life
Thinking only takes you so far
Breathing into my heart
Breaking the bricks, breath by breath.
Being a blob, underrated
Puddles
Tears
Floods
Love
Mushy like mashed potatoes
I’m good with that.
Are you?
Piece by Roxy Paine - Scumak - > AI Edited
Play-Doh
Imagination,
use your imagination, child.
Looking up at me,
eyes wide open,
curiosity and confusion.
Choosing Play-Doh over the truck.
Three.
Home.
A seed planted.
Hours with Play-Doh—
an ice cream store,
a hot dog stand,
play.
Imagination.
Not knowing,
but knowing.
Redefining intelligence.
To change is to imagine.
Peter Pan.
Non-fiction.
Double-Sided
Separation is an illusion.
Colour is everything and yet means nothing.
Everything is double-sided, and there is no one-size-fits-all.
Do with that what you will—or throw it to the side if your preference is to do nothing.
But there will be a lifetime when, one day, you will need to pick it up if you want to graduate to another playground.
The same merry-go-round gets tiring.
At some point, the soul is so dizzy it can’t tell whether it’s awake or asleep.
The Leeches Beneath
They aren't the root nor the trunk,
Branches or leaves,
They are the leeches that live beneath.
They have strayed
From the collective belief.
They are not friend but foes,
They are the ones who need to go.
They don't believe in thee,
The one through whom the divine helps us see.