The journey of rediscovery is a lightless corridor with tracks
Still fresh from the time before.
The scent still rings in the air, from the bird of paradise
You’re trying to re-acquaint yourself with.
I picture the mind like a bottle and stopper sometimes. When it's contents are filled to capacity and the skull feels like a shook-up soda bottle, I choose to remove the stopper and let thoughts pour out onto paper.
The journey of rediscovery is a lightless corridor with tracks
Still fresh from the time before.
The scent still rings in the air, from the bird of paradise
You’re trying to re-acquaint yourself with.