The inane ramblings of an unrequited writer, artist and runner
- She lived in that moment where the intersection, a simple
- line over line created a single from a multiple, reduced by
- expanding…she became more by taking less but in the end
- had too much to give as he fell within her sight within her
- heart…he tried but trying wasn’t what was needed when
- she had in her head everything she knew to be true
- He fell by never believing that rising was possible, was
- something thought real…something external brought inward
- absorbed contained converted with motion without thought
- all imagined like life is just an illusion waiting for revision
- looking for meaning mining the bottoms of our dreams for
- anything anything anything resembling god love life death
- It rose quickly the urge the movement the seeping little
- feeling sliding right around from the back to the front, from
- none to all…it made him think and realize with open eyes
- with nothing close to knowing I was wrong when right and
- knowing what begins also ends and the reverse is more true
- than not, more this than that…just more
- Sadly he embraced his happiness fondly remembering the
- pain keeping him sane, keeping thinking within range of the
- power pulsing beating heart all the while floating thinking
- spinning slowly toward a line of sight mission …the long sad
- arc of death pronounced as begun at the first wail of birth
- the first molecule connecting splitting replicating
- Complications—in the end—are nothing but the complexity
- invoked when communication obscures reality when the truth
- remains embedded in a common understanding within
- common sense…like knowing seems so much more powerful
- when no one cares that what we know is nothing less than
- the ability to hear our own thinking
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