Such a scintillating mind as my own can be the creator of incomprehensible imagery, a conception of unsound scenarios. Like a gear churning in a factory that never ceases.
Grinding, sputtering, intertwining.
It's like a revolving door that continually moves, silently shuttling the air between.
My Simplicity's is like a pinwheel frantically squalling in the wind. If only for a moment the wind would cease letting the pinwheel settle from disarray.
These words are not flowing as they so often do. Somewhat of a state of paralysis, frozen from speech's glory.
Luminous is the sky and beautiful is the sun. Nature's harmonious remedy. A remedy I will breathe in.
Grinding, sputtering, intertwining.
It's like a revolving door that continually moves, silently shuttling the air between.
My Simplicity's is like a pinwheel frantically squalling in the wind. If only for a moment the wind would cease letting the pinwheel settle from disarray.
These words are not flowing as they so often do. Somewhat of a state of paralysis, frozen from speech's glory.
Luminous is the sky and beautiful is the sun. Nature's harmonious remedy. A remedy I will breathe in.
