Why must my ocean, sea, mermaids, ships, battles, waters, tides, reefs, dolphins, fish, and anchors be hidden so far within a bottle? Why must they have thoughts to themselves and feel tossed and turned with a lint filled pocket they lay. The pocket is within a jacket, unworn but instead in a wardrobe of secrets, the secrets are kept with a key. The key is in my eyes.Why must all of these treasures be so difficult to find ? Why must the anchor be at the bottom of the ocean, the ship sails freely without being able to stop, the anchor lies at the bottom with rusted broken chains that desperately look for a chance to find their match. The mermaids dance about in drunk happiness enjoying the rays of the bright sun that dance underwater.
The ocean is tossing and turning, a clenched feeling in a chest. A treasure chest full of wonder and gold and jewells, or books with pressed flowers.. the chest is nowhere to be seen.
Why must the wardrobe have the look of Elegance but when one gets close the detail drips away, a cardboard box lies underneath and the tasteful wonderer replies "it's not worth the cash"
Auctioned off? No. dumped in a house of forgotten and dust, with sheets over all of the furniture. Some windows are broken, some others are boarded up. Only a lonely spirit is there to play, she dances to a record player.
Auctioned off? No. dumped in a house of forgotten and dust, with sheets over all of the furniture. Some windows are broken, some others are boarded up. Only a lonely spirit is there to play, she dances to a record player.
A record player that used to belong to her lover.. a lover that left to war. She waltzes about, in wonder. Wondering if he'd come back to find her.
The books open, the pressed flowers fall, the oceans settle, the sun sets... the wardrobe closes.
Secrets... secrets...
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