My mind is expansive; an unknown plane of existence. There are thoughts and ideas churning into images that come to life. My mind produces feelings running and attacking every nerve in my body. Sparks, fire, light, pain, joy. All feelings mix and clash changing into something divine yet dangerous. My mind is a puzzle made of many unique cookie-cutter pieces. The big picture is incomplete without even edges fitted together. The picture contains colors not yet created with a light and darkness new to even itself. My mind works without time yet remains on a clock always spinning and thinking. The colors collide and the pieces do not yet fit whilst some snap in place yet never match in color or clarity. It's a peculiar set of tools or perhaps a way of life, maybe a single thought still being processed. Despite the endless workings of the mind, despite the twists and turns of a road, despite even the most advanced intelligence where the cogs and gears work in perfect order, things change. Within that change, pieces fall and break while colors mix creating a diversity of something else entirely. Maybe it's not so bad my mind working as it may, the thoughts never cease.
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Nighttime Thoughts
RandomIf you were to do something would you do the predictable or the unpredictable? But that's only one, what else is there inside your mind? Think complex or simple. Sometimes you have to close your eyes to see. Dreams or memories of another life Short...
