Abstract Me

A unique, abstract view of myself written in a poetic form.

Anxious, happy, pensive is she as she nods to the beat of unknown notes.  Dancing through the night, singing with the day.  She sits, she breathes... All stops, and simplicity overflows its designated boundary, as a toddler pouring juice.  Sipping coffee; pondering nothing, yet proclaiming everything.  Brown, open eyes focus on the artificial reality revealed by her binoculars.  A transport from her ache, an inhalation of peace.  Breezes whisk through the paths, whistling a soothing melody as they restyle her hair.  Carried by the hope of a lovely day, she strives to perfect her smile.  Fingers skipping across the humble piano, accompanied, by the squeak of the floorboards, chained to a consoling symphony; she plays.  Chords slam into existence and demand awe as they chant around the winding labyrinth.  

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I really like this free flowing glimpse inside your head R. I'm not sure all of us would care to share our inner thoughts but how would we ever know. You have loads of nice images here. Just a thought - would the first person suit this personal subject better?
Take care
Alan
PS just noticed our personal photos are similar .