to write.
A solemn space of time, experiencing contemplation in it’s finest form, taking me away from the world and placing me in an empty dimension where I can create my own existence.
Spacious, serene, a place without interruptions or disgraces from anyone on earth.
Placated beyond any vision found, introduced quietly and kept still
in my mind as I continually create ideas and inventions from within
a sphere of imagination.
Giving an intensity not normally found in local bands.Constantly walking, treading water, offering manymoments to be chosen and enjoyed.Moving faster and faster, motion moving forward withoutany effort.So beautiful, the visions that are being shown on innerscreens of innate talent, invigorating my mind no end.
ago in an innocent and pure faith.Closing ends of open songs, givingthem the rest they so deserve afterall these years.
of china drops.Wallowing in the atmosphere of heavy sadness, watching tearsslowly wend their way down the inside of a window and fallinginto the open pools of my soul.Looking after the debacles throughout life, wanting to disposeof it all, and knowing that it will not go away, because it isall a part of me within.
Relinquishing thoughts quickly, testing their strength in the middle of the milky way.Casually glancing across the heavens, playfully bouncing planets in depths of a mind.Balancing creativeness with wisdom, placing both in a realm of imaginative coercion.
Faith is never thought by reason, never proven in theoretical logic.It is just an inherent belief which lies within the capacity of each of us to grasp under all adversity – in all manner of life.All of life lies hidden under blankets of hope, waiting to fulfill it’s soulful desires through faith.Faith does not clamor…
pretending to talk as their shadowlips move up and down silently.
