Making Pin Balls

Life lies within intermediate boundaries, we roll like pin balls, bouncing against the static world, reified conceptualizations of that which moves beyond the speed of light.

How lost are we to ourselves, lifting fingers to phone away from home, how sweet the world becomes.

We only live within our prescription, what is your medicinal occupation, alteration, distraction, reaction?

Each day I seek answers to questions I decide to create, an incredible ability I say, for me to magically bring into the world my own way, viewing perspectives delve deeper into my reflexives, bouncing off of myself I bring my gift to you.

I seek not to make, I am making. Will you join me? Lets make it fun.

Tears are the words the heart cant say- Unknown

My heart speaks loudly, and at this moment, it is yelling out. Horrible nature I feel trapped, lost within an amazing beauty that lights up my life like fire, burning and soldering my intellect, connecting me to the world that I loathe.

Nelly Furtado said, "we are what we don't see", and I'm blind in this moment, searching for perception while pursuing a love that is truly mine. I try, hoping to encounter truth while expressing the diction not spoken.

I feel lost, and my heart screams in rebellion, leaving me empty, all words gone from me.

Be well.