No one likes losing things
Cell phones, friendships,
trains of thought
These are all things we like hanging on to
But the scariest thing for me?
Losing my imagination.
What if the words no longer grew out of the page
Or the paint brushes forgot how to dance across the canvas and just wanted to stay home
What if life was only what it seemed to be without being drawn to the bright ideas?
Or I no longer could reign in the Land of the Possible
If that happens- I'm outta her
and that's poetiquejustis
