With my silent sloppy words,
A web of form-meanings I wave.
With my fragile mortal fingers,
A shadow of you I create.
Caught in my own world,
Of spoken & unspoken, dreams, thoughts…
Lost in my imagination,
Forgetting I made it up all…
I- a curated collection,
Of misplace pasts, possible future,
- a chest to guard my made-up me’s,
Costumes of could be’s and I am’s.