It is why etching visions into this world requires one not to ruminate into a slumber. Being outside frees me of rumination and kadupul flowers. The time I set aside last year to create was insufficient. The current day is an excellent time to prepare for cultivation of these ideatums. I must do something real as I try to understand myself and others.
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Memory Lover, You Are Mine
Remind me again, can I exemplify the pieces of my mind that flash through me? Note-taking on myself allows me to form these pieces that I watch behind my eyes out of syntax. To daydream, remember, and reflect on these bits of stimulation for me is pleasantly screened through running. Moving through the lake, the Katy Trail, and Germany Park, allow my consciousness to stream through unfiltered vessels. I feel replays of moments, words, images that haven't happened yet spiral and bounce in me, but I cannot blink fast enough to wake up and encode it.
It is why etching visions into this world requires one not to ruminate into a slumber. Being outside frees me of rumination and kadupul flowers. The time I set aside last year to create was insufficient. The current day is an excellent time to prepare for cultivation of these ideatums. I must do something real as I try to understand myself and others.
It is why etching visions into this world requires one not to ruminate into a slumber. Being outside frees me of rumination and kadupul flowers. The time I set aside last year to create was insufficient. The current day is an excellent time to prepare for cultivation of these ideatums. I must do something real as I try to understand myself and others.