With silky threads…of rainbows.

Dreams I have had. Laughter I have enjoyed.

From silly stupid jokes. Kisses of lovers past.

Loving times trapped in capsules. Love letters at the

bottom of a small wooden box being eaten by moth.

Memories brought back as I age. Even in the middle of night.

They are all wonderful. Some were not. I had thought

every one would

have been the final one and I would have loved

and carry on ‘till the end…

But that did not happen. The eye wanders. Your ears wander.

Your nose smells other scents. Your fingers touch different voltages…

Your mind wanders. Making you fall into a whirlwind of feelings…

You doubt…causing you to fall into an unexpected abyss…

into, something you think is going to be…

but that was not the case….

But, just a second. Let me go back to my dream.

You see, my mind wanders all the time too.

Let me try to finish my thoughts about the original topic.

Yes, I want to make a pretty, sad, pleasant, unpleasant

crocheted blanket to cover myself.

Well, I will put it on display for those who wanted to

look at the experiences of someone like me.

I have no idea if someone else have gone through something

similar.

You see, I’m just a regular guy.

Ernesto Onofre