Accordion Head


10 Words by Tatiana: autumnal, music, French, bounding, crowd, smoky, birch, crackle, accordion, lantern
 

Be kind, and remind me, where should my mind be?
 
My head expands and inhales, taking in life, drawing it out, like a portable squeeze box. Why doesn't this breeze ease, or appease? instead of just tease, before the impending deep freeze...please.
 
Just enjoying my flannel outdoor setting, sitting on my French-style wood bench. There should be musical accompaniment to the dancing birch leaves and autumnal breeze with its delicate scent of decay. Hopes, yes, do remain, bounding; echoes resounding, browsing obtrusively, current states of mind, rousing...now crowding...
 
Be kind, and remind me, where will my mind go?
 
Memories are smoky, yes, but they are definitively sound. This sound should be...music...
 
Apple tree leaves crackle under feet, hopes are fragile, thoughts ramble, scrambling to remain thankful for so much, be it just keeping rational for the moment. My eyes take in all; my brain, dissects, and takes dictation mostly. This portable box vibrates annoyingly, and doesn't let me sleep...
 
Like a lantern, I suppose, a light of solace and comfort, encased in a delicate glass box, seemingly to provide sight, but in the end...just a small glimmer in the darkness...but I'll take it.
 
Dictation:
Protective
Reflective
Introspective
Retrospective
Suggestive
Congestive...
 
Be kind, and remind me, where should my mind be?

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