Whimsical

I leave art work made from scraps of food in coffee shops; I pretend my shadow is a person following me and create elaborate stories in my head of a great escape, involving witty remarks, I draw stars that exist only in my mind and write the endings to stories that have yet to begin; I believe the depth of one's life is measured by the number of times they make another person smile. Smile. Gapped tooth, big lips, coffee stained smile. People are like constellations; we are each our own bright star and when we connect with others we make pictures in the sky. I create silly faces from scraps of food at coffee shops. Smile please.