There are all these things in my head.
I know.
I'm supposed to clean them out today.
But what do you do with three roses, one poem, a monster and a guitar?
Where do you put a red hair dye, wide screen T.V, video games?
Then there's my internet, gifts,
wand, and bag of tricks.
My book, my script, my sister, my bed.
Good memories, poems, photos, love letters.
Video camera, cell phone charms,
ninjas, and math book.
And what's a girl to do with
her knowledge, her questions,
an imaginary friend?
Ideas, half a story,
and one unwritten fantasy?
Where do all of these things go?
I don't know.
But there are all these things in my head.
I know.