the inside of my brain

inside this messy room 
i find some quiet 
among the old books
and faint yellow tinted summer memories
the walls coated with thoughtful paint 
that i keep covering up with faded papers
and more paint
there's ink staining the wood floor
unforgiven wrongs and dust bunnies lurk in the darker corners 
as rivers of feeling
pulse
and wind in an unpredictable way 
around the inside of my brain 
the small carpet by the couch is stained from old pools of starlight
and my favorite sweater is hanging by its hood on the door handle 
the ceiling seems nonexistent 
only sky and tree tops are in view
potted succulents
grow into understanding 
of how life works
and on occasion the painted bird on the window sill comes to life, 
chirping it's message into my heart
things are going to be alright
when the outside world 
is empty 
cold and bleak
i hide away inside my mind 
and think up wild things
the dictionary has coffee stains 
and there's doughnut crumbs on my stationary 
my glasses are all half full
and the telescope needs fixing 
a faded polaroid scotch taped to the wall
next to a painting of a blue giraffe.