Part of a Thought

There’s something about soup
and buttons
and sweaters with muted pastel colours
and leaves with much brighter colours
that all share a space in my mind
The same way that neon
and sunglasses
and heavy base
share a spot too
and fingers
and toes
and baby’s laughter
and bright innocent eyes
all have a like place in my head
and somehow birds
and magic
and mornings on white couches drinking dark coffee
and lullabies at 4am
all become part
of the thought
of you