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First Meal


By Makenna BoltonPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
First Meal
Photo by Kristina Tripkovic on Unsplash

I usually allow my mind,

to run crazy on thoughts, ideas, and dreams combined.

The canvas is always being splattered with paint

It’s never blank.

Running fast with no pauses,

I’m shocked I don’t faint.

Overthinking my past

and what’s yet to come.

Wondering if I’m good enough

debating if I’ve won.

I’ve let this life and the moments

drift away

but, I realized it’s best

when sometimes my mind has nothing to say.

Today I had lunch

and my mind was emptied, of this thinking

that gives my brain a kick and a punch.

Look at the puddles,

look at the cars.

Today I had lunch.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Makenna Bolton

Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.

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