Who Wants Pie?
and chocolate milk
I remember them with rhyming schemes
machines of words
that make things easier to recall
mnemonics of a sort
I close my eyes to count the days
an imaginary finger tracing the calendar
marking an X on the past
I smelt the future the other day
it was fleeting
like a scent caught up in the wind
It smelled like jumping up and down
a joy yet undiscovered
like a pie that is still baking in the oven
I'm not sure what this is about. I'm a bit scatterbrained today with my thoughts all over the place. In my real life journal, I was rambling on and on about so many random disparate thoughts. I really think it's about time for some pie though. Peace out.
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