careful as you step inside
don’t trample the disorganized ideas
scattered on the floor
be careful not to slip
over the spilt jar of thoughts;
the label reads “Overthinking”

in another corner, you can hear echoes
of laughter and sunshine and happiness
held inside urns and bottles
the echoes threaten to break free.

when you look up
and see teardrops hanging
like sapphire stones
suspended by stormclouds of sadness
the resemblance of it all is uncanny
to a stormy day

the winds through the windows;
plaintiff mourns of sorrow
that blow through every nook and cranny

i keep pictures
of memories turned beautiful ghosts
on shelves
and they gleam and twinkle at me

and so this is my messy mind
make yourself at home.