Purple haze illuminates her purple room
Casting distorted shadows of the dolls and cars,
Scattered across her canvas.
Her little finger points to a ball of lava,
Rising, rising, bouncing against another.
Slow, like honey,
Where the concept of time
Never existed.
Her eyes are lit with fiery curiosity
That breaks your heart with a glance.
Her radiance penetrates me –
All I can wonder
Is when did I fall into complexity,
When did this maze
Grow around me
And obscure the sky?
When did my favorite thing
Change from a purple lava lamp,
To my imaginary prison?
And can I borrow some shears?