To Be.

My eyes are closed I am
allowing myself to tiptoe
into the pitch black room
of Imagination.

I can feel small colored plastic beads
pouring down my arms
and the back of my neck
small bumps raise across the surface of my skin.
I want to curl up and be one of the plastic beads,
rolling down, and away
reaching the ground to spread my limbs
across the surface of the earth beneath,
feeling the boundless possibilities.

Sometimes I sit in rooms all alone
and just look.
not at anything, really, I'm just looking
because that's what eyes do.