This is a song I made up while exploring an abandoned hospital with a new friend.
Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
I don’t remember feeling this happy. That my thoughts turn to mush and sanity feels like it’s waning. That the queasy feeling in my stomach is not purely fear, but now joy as well.
But am I afraid to be happy? Am I scared it will make my mind grow soft and my pride sloppy? I can only hope I find the balance between my head, my heart and my gut before one outweighs the other.