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 Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:47 pm
Where to start this time aside this typing that I plan to do at the moment. Well of course we're to requite much more typing and analyzing if we want to get anythere to come up with such a great conclusion to this strange ordeal we got with the mind. How we switch from one mode to another to conform with the situation, though the emotion drive don't seem to work as it should...oh well. I seem to be alright with it right now, later the possibly of ravaging fires and stabbing knifes may be in the mist of the future
After quite a few minutes of being distracted by the bubble of video games, I suppose I'll stop it here seeing as I don't feel like typing anymore. Soo...Peace
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 12:57 am
I wake up from a vivid dream, so now --
There are those times when profound thoughts of mine seem to need redefining -- so to put them into a story, a poem or a collage (picture-word) format.
This works best if I am alone.
BUT
If I am interacting with my bf, my partner, this creative drive becomes diffused, until all that is left is a handful of vowels and consonants, and my poem, my story, my sketch is like an old kite full of rips and holes, and not ready to set sail into the winds for development, until it is a time like now -- 3:54 in the morning, with a cup of tea by my side.
Thank goodness for tea.
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