Rubbery Shrubbery

Mental Landscapes and Gardening

Happiness is a racing mind;
So many possibilities,
so little time.
Sadness is focus;
When time runs out.
Where did any of that grow?
Except in the garden of the mind...
Digging up Tulips
Pushing up Daisies
The mind:
It loves me *pluck*
It loves me not *pluck*
Pluck pluck
Pick Pick
and life?
Grows on.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Very nice.
It took me to so many different places...in my mind.

a reply to: TNMockingbird

Thank you sir, is there anywhere else one can ever go? Even in form it gets dragged along... at least the shadow knows when twos company and threes a crowd

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness



s&f

Oh, I thought you meant this 'shrubbery' -

originally posted by: BigBrotherDarkness
a reply to: TNMockingbird

Thank you sir, is there anywhere else one can ever go? Even in form it gets dragged along... at least the shadow knows when twos company and threes a crowd

Perhaps but, for some the shadow is the only company they'll see.

a reply to: nOraKat

Reffered thusly; Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG... Zoom-Boing... Z'nourrwringmm.

a reply to: TNMockingbird

Inside or outside?

Bear in mind I can be a trickster sometimes.