March 09, 2009


The speed of silence is a heart beat.

The age of fear is an indrawn breath.

The color of happiness is sunshine.

The depth of mischief is the tall grass.

The light of sorrow is a raging fire.

The beat of madness is a quick dance.

The stroke of loss is a slow blade.

The field of wonder in an oak tree.

The gap of mind is a broken shutter.

The illusion of hope is a closed box.

Only Schrödinger’s cat knows.

1 comment:

Samantha said...

Oh Monica, this is brilliant! Thank you so much. I so get this. I love that cat!