i write poems in my head
and forget them by the time i go to bed.
i see movies in my dreams
and forget them by the time the sun beams.
i paint a picture of mona lisa’s sister.
instead of bristles i use my whistle.
she floats in the air
and i remember where she stares.
“hands learn more than minds do, hands learn how to hold other hands, how to grip pencils and mold poetry, how to tickle pianos and dribble a basketball, and grip the handles of a bicycle how to hold old people, and touch babies , i love hands like i love people, theyre the maps and compasses in which we navigate our way through life” -sarah kay
no matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.