cacian
09-20-2012, 04:07 PM
I saw an idea and I knew it was the simplest yes most complex idea I have ever been bestowed upon.
I was onto something very good and I was brimming with excitement.
If were to blink I might just lose sight of it but of course energy and time are what cushion my inclination not to let go that easily. Life does not shy and neither will I. Pleasures can derive from wishing to create an object from an idea and I guess I derive sensations from tempting a subject to become the idea.
It goes without saying, I say it comes without fense, sense is all that matters. Mind you grey matter parts intelligence whilst well I try and construct bays to enhance its base. Divisions scatter inclusions bother but conclusions flutter.
Day to day I look for clues to entertain solvency from anything minute to the most irrational. It is good to think and there is always something out there to find. I desire minds over trouble so when such comes along one is almost gripped. I give it a go because it might discover news on the way to entice my motivational curbs.
So I made plans for it. I built up worlds around it and saw it take shape and become tangible, amenable, and ever so approachable.
I had it right here in my hand and I knew it would roll just like a ball perfectly into the net.
I figured I would bounce it, back and forth, from the net to my hand and to my hand to the net whenever I wanted and however I wished it.
The idea was a game and I was the tamer. I would run with it, speak to it, fly with it, but I would be sure to land with it with both my feet stuck on the ground.
Call it magic illusion or a prospect but as far as I knew I was the only one to know about it.
Ah. Time if I only I could explain.
I shall leave it here I think. Too much sense and one is tranced.
You could always make a guess but I will call it a rest for now.
I was onto something very good and I was brimming with excitement.
If were to blink I might just lose sight of it but of course energy and time are what cushion my inclination not to let go that easily. Life does not shy and neither will I. Pleasures can derive from wishing to create an object from an idea and I guess I derive sensations from tempting a subject to become the idea.
It goes without saying, I say it comes without fense, sense is all that matters. Mind you grey matter parts intelligence whilst well I try and construct bays to enhance its base. Divisions scatter inclusions bother but conclusions flutter.
Day to day I look for clues to entertain solvency from anything minute to the most irrational. It is good to think and there is always something out there to find. I desire minds over trouble so when such comes along one is almost gripped. I give it a go because it might discover news on the way to entice my motivational curbs.
So I made plans for it. I built up worlds around it and saw it take shape and become tangible, amenable, and ever so approachable.
I had it right here in my hand and I knew it would roll just like a ball perfectly into the net.
I figured I would bounce it, back and forth, from the net to my hand and to my hand to the net whenever I wanted and however I wished it.
The idea was a game and I was the tamer. I would run with it, speak to it, fly with it, but I would be sure to land with it with both my feet stuck on the ground.
Call it magic illusion or a prospect but as far as I knew I was the only one to know about it.
Ah. Time if I only I could explain.
I shall leave it here I think. Too much sense and one is tranced.
You could always make a guess but I will call it a rest for now.