New to writing. Looking for some pointers,
These are the Things that amuse my Mind, Colourful Tendrils reaching out, Blooming into flowers, blending into the Smooth grain and texture of Running varnished wood, things Not Made to make sense, things that only exist when my thoughts are Shut and Allowed to be seen as, Colourful Tentacles Cohesively Rubbing  as you read these lines.