Flickers
Sparks of color morphing into images
Your own personal theater that only you can enter
Dots
Like ink being splattered across a blank page
Scribbles
Letters turning to words
Falling into sentences that whisper through your mind
Choice
Determining which road to wander next
What's good or bad
Right or wrong
Your decision
You
Who you are
What you will be
Your creativity scattered all over as if a tornado had struck
Your personality all wrapped up in a bundle
Just waiting to be set free
To burst into the real world
And sometimes it succeeds
Leaking
Into the surrounding area
Shining like the brightest star
Then it crawls back inside
To watch the movies playing in your head
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