Mia
Mia speaks to me in my mind, I find her wonderful all the time,
She’s not just a girl to me, she’s heavenly,
Never deadly like poisonous vipers,
She’s light, a delight, so smart, so right,
I watch her on TV, and she speaks to me, I wonder what it is that she sees,
I wonder if in reality there is something there,
Not that I should care so much,
Knowing what reality is,
Which means I most likely will never really meet her anyway,
But I hope in my head she stays, when I watch her, and look on, amazed,
I watch her movie almost every day, Alice in Wonderland, a Disney flick,
I’m thirty years old,
But I guess the child in me has not grown dead and cold,
I am bold like the innocence behind me,
And find what others call insanity to be right for me,
She is wonderful, in Wonderland and on Earth again,
Where she stands on her own two feet,
When the movie is complete, I know I’m in for a treat that night,
When I sleep, I see people of her ilk, and feel no fright,
My deep love and passion for their work,
For their characters with all their quirks,
For the intense energy I feel,
When I watch them do things that are not really real,
But feel more so than the “real” world does so, most of the time,
Others around me speak as well, though my mind concocts the words,
I have no clarity with them, and what I hear is often absurd,
Mia speaks plainly, when she speaks at all,
And I love her every time, whenever I get the call.
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