mmm... mmm... number eighty-eight... the flamingo will see you now... i sat down on a chair too small next to a cactus wearing overalls the receptionist was a disco ball she said "your therapist is pink and tall" oh no... here we go... my plastic flamingo says i'm thinking too much says i'm measuring oceans with a coffee cup says my fears are loud but my soul is not and maybe all my answers don't need to be thought think... think... think... stop. think... think... dance. he wore sunglasses inside the room kept rearranging the furniture of doom he said "you're trying way too hard to understand the moon" oh no... there he goes... my plastic flamingo says i'm thinking too much says i'm measuring oceans with a coffee cup says the universe likes a little chaos and maybe getting lost isn't a loss how do you feel today? confused. excellent. you're making progress. flamingo... flamingo... flamingo... therapy... therapy... therapy... the walls became feathers the ceiling turned blue everybody in the waiting room suddenly knew that the flamingo wasn't crazy it was me who finally stopped pretending to be only bass only voice he said "you don't have to solve yourself" he said "you can simply be" my plastic flamingo says i'm thinking too much says i'm measuring oceans with a coffee cup says the best decisions sometimes arrive late and overthinking everything is not a personality trait mmm... mmm... same time next week? © BStur - All rights reserved
