The Brain

May 11, 2017

Soft and delicate
Pink as a rose.

You hold my memories and tuck them deep inside your folds.

You wrap them like pretty presents and give them to me in my dreams. I never know what your gift may be.

My body is a plane and you are my pilot. I twist and turn on your command.

Some days you may be my friend. Lifting and twirling my spirit like a colorful ribbon.

Some days you may be my worst enemy. Crushing me with boulders of self-doubt and loathing.

However, no matter how much you hurt you are like a drug, you are my confidante. I always return to tell you my deepest secrets and my greatest triumphs.

You hold my life in the palm of your hand. Without you I am nothing. I am no one. I cease to exist.

But we are bound together like a permanent weld. Never able to leave one another.

You are me. I am you. And we are one.

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