Communication is relaxation

Tangled like wool,

My thoughts roll around

like bushes in the desert of a spaghetti western.

I have

A desert mind full of balls of ideas.

Balls swirl around and hit each other,

Waiting to be picked.

Picked and pulled, they are explained, written, visualized,

And communicated to lower my mental entropy.

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Limits to glow

Growing up limits are set
On what I like to watch,
on what deserves time,
And on who a smile will merit.
Protected by my limits
New body movements
and personal mental stretches
Will bloom
Enlarging this tiny room.
With pleasure
My living room will renew
And from being Full of material toys
And poor of openings
Will glow of artworks
And futuristic visions.