If my thoughts were loud enough to be heard
It will sound like the busy streets of Manila on Christmas eve
If my thoughts were able to make shapes
It will look like a doodle by a child armed with a sharpie
If my thoughts were to be breathed in
It will smell like freshly brewed coffee and expensive perfume
If my thoughts were to have a distinct flavor
It will taste like a spoonful of strawberry jam on a tortilla chip
If my thoughts were yearning to be felt
It will go out and express itself to connect with open hearts
Kalvin Five 