Friday, 29 May 2015

The Mind is a Curious Thing

Artwork by Kate Louise Powell

I wish I had a wild imagination, where polysyllabic words filled my vocabulary, making my mouth spill sweet and elegant thoughts. I wish my mind was a torch, directing me towards one notion at a time.

I wish I could stop wishing. Because I have a psychedelic imagination. I have a grand library inside of my head, spilling out with every breath I take.

And I realise that my mind could never be a torch, because directing me to only one thought would be a terrible crime. Because my mind lives to wander, with curiosity to fuel it, and a complex structure that yearns to be explored.

{Written at 2:03am on Thursday 28th May 2015}