I like to think that opposing thoughts are there to push the boundaries and shapes of the thought puzzles, and that these new pieces create even more structures and works or art.
The memory fades away with every breath breathed in its direction. The very act of recalling the memory destroys it piece by piece as though my mind attempts to chisel itself away. However, instead of an uncovered work of art from polished marble, I’m left with the rough sections of jagged rock lying in ruins.
I can’t stay present in one reality. Zoning out and tuning in; Shifting thoughts and gazing off Into distant memories that populate my day dreams And take up huge amounts of space in my mind. The drifting moments take me off Into other worlds and different realities Where the warping of stars and beautiful Swirling [...]