Just open Your mind to some free-thinking...
The words are like a song, just in a story- still has a rhythm which just happens to be synced with my heart breat as it goes word to word and moving about the page. It could sing the forever tune of these letters or if one shall be more physical, the movement of this pencil may be the real intrest of creativity. An art; different forms and leabuties - only the real artist could show interest in the marval of a painted soup can on an eisel forever framed away for history to do with it as it will. The ideas of meshed decisions to chose red as the color of love or blue; for blue is in the beauty of her eyes therefore love must be blue- a paradox, a cycle. The movement of the wind carrying life and carrying disease yet making November understand the smell or the idea of spring even if only for a moment. Alas, that one flower to bloom out of season to show that we are forever changing, ever moving, ever evolving. The bee that sticks to his family making warmth with the movement of its brittle wings spots the barely alive flower as though it is the marage in the desert, the oasis. It seems for all there is a light in the tunnel, the oasis in the desert. For I know when I shall see love, others think you can only feel love but a true artisit knows the site of love when its shown, the idea of that image stands out and shines through the dusk as though time itself cannot control the rapid movement of the blood rushing into my heart and filling me, too, with adoration and envy, yes, envy; for when will i shine that bright? Yes, I know the reason of my being is to make others feel wanted but i wish to shine individually without them. Life is a cycle, for my happiness comes from others being happy from my being- yet, there are other ways to make one smile. If you watch the trees as they whisper the secrets of the world and try to listen to the wind speak about the past, it is a difinate justified reason to feel certain satisfaction. Why would one rely on a being to supply feeling when the soft soils offers so much energy, never ending infinate energy? The feilds can glow golden with a soft sunset and one tries to say happiness is in a computer chip? Though.. An arguable point is made on the theory of love, for it is the highest power of all. It has the ability to blind a man from murder unlike the tazer that scars him and angers him- to think a battery could scar a man, technology has scarred the man. And many miles away on a parelell state, is a woman who has been burned by the sun, frozen by the cold and tormented through words to no longer belive in the believables. If both were parrelel then how do they connect? How is it that two people can be soul mates and yet they live same parellel lives- IMPOSSIBLE!.. No, just slightly improbable. The non-logical can grasp the POSSIBILITIES of love while the logicals are forced to question. Do not question! To not understand and experience is the key to feeling these words, not just reading it.
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