Story of thoughts

[zoolane]

Story of thoughts.

The endless run of memories race through maze which that my mind, with in wall of this shall I find my essence of my past. Which now present in weave it self in the time line.

I wonder long the wall which beneath my feet of path I am going. My eyes gaze that everything from me and polish the it all as memory to form.
I trying to writing a story but all come up with is this, me and words. Is this story I wonder? Sure not but with all is these words and thoughts. It is a story of me in different way that I have not never consider before. The ways of my mind which dreamed of these structures of words and connect them together is strange but this is me.

One of these years in my life will be gone as soon as wind passes the tree in autumn and bring the winter in to mist on the horizon. With sudden urge of bright sparkle in my mind of creatively which stay of momentary minute and running at the first turn of life. The life which creative is stare right through me as if I was gone but yet bring my mind and fingers to work with letters and odd occasion of grammar.

The tale which I writing is buried with me somewhere but where I heard you said? Why if I knew I said to you. Maybe in my blood or in kidney or nowhere just here.

[hillwalker]

Not so sure about the first 3 paragraphs - they're rambling and don't manage to say very much.

But I like the fourth one beginning with
One of these years in my life will be gone as soon as wind passes the tree in autumn
where you step outside yourself and show us what you're really thinking.

H

[zoolane]

Thank you H.

The noise of the motion as thinking is taken apart my life in the end and I am slump with all against the door which held tight shut with nothing but yet can not be opening. The twisting of the different ways of my life going.
All I wanting be is something but I am none of these things. I am much better then that I am me.

The seeds of something is put in that roots but yet grow slow and pace itself that rate no one would believe you if show them. The soul is bright as the world changing in my life and as the time past in the grain of dirt from soil which covered the seed.

[zoolane]

Whirl of the time in the space of second escape the air like dust to rag which is collect the mile of second in split second of time it taking to type one word. Things are on surf on the wave as it bring the ocean nearer in my mind with clashing the rocks that block world out.

Swimming the thoughts of reality that are repeats the sound of being buried alive with my arm stretching of the sand which in the hour glass which soaking my fragments of creatively. Format the idea for anything which used brain power which is died from the nonsense that rattle around in the path of mind.

[zoolane]

My eyes are trying to roll away with link to knowledge that broaden my world but bring the depth of despair from the line of centre of the universe at my door.

In the my dream that exile but bring forward again the non rational feelings for negative words that is trying to take over. I will fight with words and to express my feeling to keep them at bay.

[zoolane]

With a silence that is dull ache and is presently embedded itself in my skull. Snap as my rope goes. Tighten as it reached from rail to my neck. The tower which in imprison with the key just out sight but the jingle of a chain which against the wall. Madness is coming. With clank and whispers in shadows. Grabbing for nothing that is remotely in reality. Reality is in different world but this is mine.

As my eyes drifted away in to half there and half gone. The creak of the my flesh creeping around my bones. The bones are swoosh in and out. I am figure of a skeleton that is be grind down with heavy but no being forgive my past wrong.

[MystyrMystyry]

Intriguing and enjoyable Zoo :) Good work!