A writer's whim began as once another journey ended. This one started as birth rose inside a young woman's body and there became a life, a child who saw great space in the wakening of stars. Where in solitude the morality of man came into context of which one would survive, that maybe just maybe we all would. Evolve and invent, create and manifest such a grander perspective view of our live's. May we transform them into our dreams.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Plagued thoughts!
There's this story, that plagues me. It haunts and clouds my mind. Covering my judgement patterns, it hides the door where I may leave it and run away. It plagues the very thoughts I keep locked up. The only way to erase or destroy this possessive controller is to let it be free. Drawing all the power out through my pen as I write it down; it is clear. The pain or punishment created as the sequences fly around my mundane storyline.
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