if my mind were a suitcase

spiky with bright green fuzz
and a beautiful leather handle
papers spilling out the sides 
and large brass buckles half undone 
a smear of dark orange paint on the bottom left corner
and an ink stain that looks peculiarly like a broken pencil 
the inside is made from a variety of patched together scraps of cloth
beige and dark grey stripes in a small square
create a pocket for the memories of eating chocolate chip cookies 
while the speckled yellow circle seems to be bursting with thoughts of the sun on my face
a small pouch formed from light purple silk 
contains the reminisces of my grandmother's hugs
while the old, chipping Altoids tin, smudged with sky blue in places 
holds all of the bottle caps and bird feather questions that seem to swim into my subconcince whenever they please