My thoughts come out to play

When I am alone,
My thoughts come out to play,
A jungle gym
With monkey bars,
And a slide too. 
They dance and race
Up the hallways,
And out into the world,
Onto these pages,
Once blank,
Now filled
With black ink
That runs together
When tears fall onto the pages,
Dry within seconds,
But still there.
They twist and turn out of my mouth,
And swirl through the air
Into your ears,
And, hopefully, not out the other side.
 

Amelia_v

VT

17 years old