Hard to explain

Rather insightful. Rendition to a most beautiful Collison of words.

It's a something.... Hard to describe like,

a space between seconds they are still marked with lines.

Hard it is always to agree with so many opinions.

All bullshit non sequitur conjecture to me.

A being with purpose is a cool thing to see.
Never are they bothered walking down the street.
These days people forget the strength of conviction, that which made it into a commited action leaves a life of foot steps,
impressed prints left to impart a path made from the forge fires of a life,

Life evoked from the whole of a beings broken dreams,
broken amidst and amidst it all,

from the misted echoes ,collective shadows broken screams collectively soaking in the dripping droplets of the soul

To the rest, the balance, to the rest that sleeps that which keeps

instincts that save you when you fall too deep,

a test one that you speak to much to others, can't confess it's something that comes from the restless sleep skewed delirium night time dreams,

the deprivation that changes ones perspective from the "seen it before" to a wondrous source of renewed headspace were you can easily fall into a lull

like light dipping in and out of the clouds to enhance the mesmerising ocean with its hypnotic motions

bestit be for comfort come forth brought by your surroundings resounding great interest the great resting which next comes tears

not of sadness but of joy,

the joy of realising the capacity have the amnesty to be happy and to live ones days best, the blessed years of a person conquering themselves as well as their fears proud as now the burning flames are all that remains of

secluded times which made use to refine and reintroduce use inside of times of recluse to muse the dark to entertain,

so that I might stay sain inside my dreams out of the rain of movements keeping lucid streams of memories seeping images seeming to saturate overwhelming like molten heat

infatuated becomes the crucible of life from which lessons ever flowing came impressions stowing from the mistakes that we use to see.

Change is and so too our ability to hone our perceptions like the becoming of an ever sharpening stone the capability to change the way we project things how we like

from this we discover that from a distance it's easy to spy insistence.. Simply by the flow of ones stride, these lessons we keep,
become fluent steps etching the design paving pathway for one person or another, made into a way of life.

A person with purpose needs no announcing. To convince others is beyond their vision isn't even a insult, instinctive impulse to those on the ever climbing rendition titled collision and gleamed false for those who might have doubted

there isn't even a glance to reer of course as the mission keeps the focus enhanced with such devotion the is no thing that shall divorce the iron will of someone who can't be subject to taunt nor forced surroundings of ones evil intent he'll bent on breaking the shouted,

using fear, and shame twisting emotions clever cinema and photography to make the first world burst with emotions almost so they wouldn't have to discover this on their lonesome left satisfied with the tears they cried inside the safe homes almost as if people think that we aren't separated by great oceans.

Some people.... Live... For warmth love and devotion these are people that are happy no matter weather in a dessert or by the ocean. As hunger and pain... Just merely states of mind. People.

Who live like this are usually the happiest people, I believe you'll find. Never in my life have I seen something which made me cry more when I saw the wedding of poor 3rd world country, thou oh so lovely dessert bride. Without the need to consume. These people happy just to do.


The dance of collaboration just a meeting of a few. Dancing with no need for intoxicants to make the mood a more happy contagious atmosphere that over takes the brood.

I thought to myself. Drunk as a young man. Seeing my sisters wedding as tears I cried so happy to be able to be apart of something that at that point I'd never seen and for the first time could understand,

why people do the dance of marriage as it was something purer then gold. I stood and witnessed people truly just being just to be apart of something that tied with no business just all affairs of the heart.

Seeing young and old hold hands lead off to dance. I at that moment was envious as the happy was anything but sparse.

Dance hall filled with fancy dancing and laces all laces up enchanting dress made from the best seeds sewed since planting

it was more then remarkable it's something that will outlast my memories these reveries probably will be one to last through the ages.

Reviews

[Anita Frader]

I've often thought to myself, I shouldn't have to be mediocre just to make others feel better about themselves. Then I think, why do I care what others think? Let's just be the best and happiest versions of ourselves and worry about putting our own happiness first. From there I think it just spreads. Anyway............... I still care what others think. Bad habit. 🙂

[Simbles]

Being considerate isn't a weakness but can be a bit of a set back when it's no reciprocated giving out energies you wanna.makw sure they are in the position to be coming back to at some stage... Somehow.... Just make sure that your doing what you do for the right reasons and that the people your talking to are actually there to hear it for the right reasons
.. and finally that your efforts don't fall on deaf ears...shame to just completely waste such talent

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. Great flow of thought.

[Simbles]

Cheers brother

[Simbles]

Well f**k me I think this is under rated just re reading it. Needs a final drapht but it's a brilliant piece.