Random writings and thoughts of the madmen that dwell within my head. Scribed for record, just in case they drive me to sanity..... so that I may find my way back.
Friday, September 10, 2010
No-think
For-thoughten by the winds of chill
Against the time and ageless chimes
Craving nothing but beyond
Happy
Forget the future
Chase standing still
Until everything is free flowing
Words will caress
I stop only to breathe
And there you were
My mind is in a perpetual state of composition. Everything around me is a part of or an influence in the works that creep out of the board room I call a brain.
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