Snow Globe

It’s a whirlwind sort of place, my mind.  A mixture of chaos and marble stillness, it holds every dream and wish I could possibly create.  Just around every bend is another budding impossibility.  An unattainable desire that can never be fulfilled but constantly screams to be heard.  Tucked quietly behind, lay my fears.   Nestled in the dark corners surrounded by the maddening shouts of the extreme, they wait patiently to be overcome or better yet, walled away so completely that they disappear behind the chaos of the surrounding whimsy.  Filling every open space is my imagination.  A constantly shifting cloud of colors, it whirls through every thought and deed, sprinkling every experience with a splash of childlike innocence that makes life seem just a little bit more rosy.  Always changing and moving, my mind is a perpetual visit to a snow globe of glittering inspirations.