(Cup holder armrest)
Personal thought bubble,
Words come floating, leaping, soaring, verbing across the mind’s eye
Bringing with them vivid, playful, images-
Distant memories, forgotten dreams.
The sweet combination of visual delicacies. A blended frozen drink of the perfect sentence structure. Once the world, now the universe can see the unicorns are only myth, but can still be seen frolicking in the secret clearing. The age-old enchanted forest still exists in the classic poetry of make believe.
And I still have the hobby horse, the broom stick made toy with a stuffed towel and two felt ears. And I still have the doll house, the tiny bears have a home. And I still remember my blanket’s importance, even if it no longer has it’s place next to my pillow. I remember my desire to be grown-up, no concept of the real world. Oh how the real world is so much less cool than I made believed it to be. Overrated. I’d live in never never land if I could.
And I bought the ruby slippers.
I chased the white rabbit down the hole.
I stayed asleep to dream.
I transformed my bedroom into a studio apartment with my easy bake.
I lived in my imaginary world- stayed all afternoon in my tree house with bird seed in a bag. My make believe currency that never ran out. My personal culture of living in the garden- In the bushes that opened into hiding spaces. I was one with my back yard, every summer.
And I bought the ruby slippers.
I got the car with the cup holder arm rests.
It seemed to make it all seem worth while.
I bought the extra entertainment package.
I went to the store, cheery and hopeful, I passed the toys on the way to the clothes.
I dressed my self up to impress my colleagues.
I dressed up pretending to be a grown up, an adult. Not a dult.
A full grown kid.
And then I bought the ruby slippers.
Is the wizard just the man behind the curtain?
