Melting into nothing, focusing on primitive emotions; tailgating an emptiness always swimming within, taking me into depths unknown until imagination picks up on them and hurtles me into habitats of my own creation.

Always searching for answers, beginning anew as questions arise.Problagating theories ad nauseum, never finding replies to life as it continues like a fast flowing river around the world.

A repertoire of beauty and satisfaction, holding me spellbound, giving reasons to sate curiosity held deeply within all my life.A particular variety of perceptions, allowing insight to be incorporated and taken from my soul, mystically leading me in opposite directions from other people.

Grasping all exercises of beauty and folding them into beautiful packages of music’s melodies.Taking every chance to be rearranged leaving all words everlastingly by, on a table of inner photographic memories.Staying aloft, soaring along motionless points of forgetfulness, taking every one of the stanzas left in melody’s hands and giving all that I can, as…

into adjacent aisles of creativeness,filling pockets of emptiness withsufficient tears of sorrow.Acknowledging stanzas in melodies ofextrasensory perceptions,while rhythm takes over and processesequal portions of mathematical formulas.

Never letting go, penetrating alternativereplies to every thought.Always following, forgiving nothing, holdingonto angles, mathematically.Formulating many formulas never before beenthought of, tried or tested.Keeping altogether, myriads of ideas, as theyfall down into cisterns of odd-sounding tones.

Being transported into lands of tomorrow’s dreams, always sending coded messages adrift, hoping to be found someday without a hollow feeling within.