Hand me my pencil.

Sometimes I try to draw
how my mind would look
If it was all out in the open

I think it would read
From right to left
With more pictures than words
An organized puzzle
Constantly gaining pieces
Infinite and without gender

A story but not a book
So many ideas
Colors
Memories

All linked together
Like a quilt
Or a web

A ribbon
With knots for every time I was in pain
Struggling
Hurting

And I bet if every human
Pulled the ribbon
From their exhausted skulls
Every idea would join
And creat a perfect world
Without flaws,
It would be a beautiful bow.