Explorations

 

It isn’t one large room.  My brain has many, many places, some well-lit, others seem to be more of a crawl space, and still there are those I’ve yet to explore.  These posts are the result of thoughts I’ve discovered by just wandering around in there.  FYI, there are no EXIT signs that I have noticed, so I always try to remember which way I came in and what I need to do to reverse the process to get back out.

For the most part, I don’t carry anything in with me.  I will admit I have entered some dark places that gave me the creeps and I immediately left for other areas.  I try to keep to where the lights are, and I can still feel a slight breeze.  If it feels too much like a cave, I think it would impact, or color whatever thoughts I retrieve, so like I say, I stick to the places that feel friendly and fun.

Some rooms tend to call me back.  Places where I’ve found well thought out topics, or maybe goofy poems.  And you’re all familiar with those areas that show me only half-written stories, or cliff hangers.  I know you hate those, but I keep thinking that one of these days I come across a room full of endings.  Then, for sure, I’ll put them all together.

 

     zc

 

Having an eye for detail, the police photographer noticed right away the chain pull laying on the floor.  Someone had apparently tried to increase or decrease the speed of the ceiling fan, which is when it broke free from the bracket and quickly removed the victim’s head.

 

 This is one of the darker thoughts I
noticed in one of the crawl spaces.
(Used here as an example only)