the simple

I'm not even sure how old the piece of paper is.
At least a few years, I think.

It was inscribed with my hand-writing,
my name,
my drawings.

"HI"
"HI"

"A
AM
AMA
AMAN
AMAND
AMANDA"

I guess I was into all-caps then.

Even "Smile"in my fanciest of hand-writing.

Drawn on that simple simple piece of paper was
a minivan, 4-door
a silly looking small man
a crossed out car
grass
a fence
a boy playing basketball
a house which was quite exquisite
a tall, evil looking man with a stained shirt and
water leaking out of his stomach.

That simple simple paper lay on the desk.
I'm not sure how it got there.
I'm not sure where it came from.

It is the simple.
It is the simple days of my youth.
It is the simple days of my mind.
It is the simple nature of life.

I am the simple.