Sometimes When I think of the usage of mind and brain alike , I wonder how far one may go into the depth of the unknown, the unexplored – the wilderness? Sometimes I think that when the mind and the brain are in prefect ( or near close perfect ) harmony – the senses of …
Sometimes I want to feel the fresh air and the greens that I see in my mind. When the water feels feels icy and my body quivers with intense crisp shock. Sometimes I want to breath in the moist air, over their, I want to touch the flower that reflects the sun. Sometimes, only sometimes, …
He’d tell me.
As you find me, you find yourself … and its with this fmailiar notion of normality that strikes you in the middle of the centre of your brain, which tells stories of past this and that, perhaps we find that things come again, but this time in new shade. Sometimes I wonder why … Sometimes …
I dont want to love you, the way you look at me with your eyes, through your mind, i want you to stop. Stop asking me why, i have not the answers you seek, and i know you are hurt but please don’t come with me. Please stop trying, stop phoning me, please stay away …
Knowing something, that you cannot speak of and cannot repeat twice in mind, is almost benign if it was stationary influence that drives me. Yet of dynamic ridicule and over extending fantasy that i keep fuel’d. Sometimes i wonder where the hell i am, have i been here b’fore ? This place i know, i …
i don;t know how im ever going to finish, Its sore, these sores in my mouth, the blood is more frequent now, the taste is almost normal.The red sea of salt and water washes away my sadness.It seems strange to compare it to my soul.These nights are colder than they were before, but it doesn’t …
I’m tipy toeing around you, I watch my thoughts and educate my tendancies. I recommend and distinguish between the better and the best.I watch the words that come from my mind and i restrict the spenteonaety, and i extend the guidance. Sometimes I feel I’m artificial this way, a worked out example but it’s this …
Often we take things for granted – far too often is feels or seems to me, i found myself reciting the same few words they painted on that banner in assembly , in the hall : “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone”.And i suppose that is making more and more sense to …
I saw her again, while i watched the fire burn down that cypress, i thought i saw her at the gate, waiting for me, still and motionless and quite. I thought I hear her behind me, while i sat in the sun, and i imagined her behind me. Sometimes I think that my mind is …