Just found this buried in the bottom of a file cabinet. It’s my journal from my junior and senior years of high school and it is some serious stress relief! It comes from my famous poetress period. Here, I’ll show you by copying an excerpt from one of the (she clears her throat) more interesting ones…
Give me a tree to sit in with my multi-colored mind, way behind the gait of society. The drums rock my multi-colored mind, pounding out the thoughts that hide inside the wide tide of awareness.
If you wish to explain my thoughts static train, you’ll need to visit my mutil-colored mind where no one ever returns with all their marbles, to play with the other kids who know where they’re going, and where they’ve been, and who they are, and why they are.
I have none of those answers but I like to stay inside my mutil-colored mind and play around the with the probable answers that have no meaning once they escape my multi-colored planning board. I’m a Suthern lady, suh, don’t trouble me with yo’ nasty meddling. A gentleman doesn’t mess with a lady’s mind even if it is multi-colored.
🙂 Y’all still with me? I think the theme here was multi-colored. What say you?