the nose went about its daily breaths. with the aesthetic faculties doused with flavours of bitter and sometimes salty zests. powdered almost to perfection. the lips had begun shedding from some time ago. but nobody really noticed it till the fingers began itching for a peel. and the eyes shared glimpses of a ninth reality. in an impossibly natural course of mind meets matter.
everything that a man creates begins in a thought. the one thing that nature has endowed us with absolute control over. so how comforting can it be to know then. that our minds have just as much potential to be medication as it has to be poison? none. for an unruly mind is indeed. a liability to both its owner and others.
base on these thoughts. we fly into a rage at the spur of a moment over some things and later wonder what it was that we were so angry about. and be surprised to realise what a waste of time and energy it had all been. we have deliberately continued being unhappy when we could have stopped being so. like race track greyhounds running after a rabbit decoy. the dilemma that we face in an ever changing world is whether to live with or break with the past.
things happen for a reason. or so ive been thought to fine-tune. these reasons. that lurk behind cautious walls and mindful executions. significant only with the prerogative of time. reaches out like a hand in dire need of another. crying out for the other to participate with utmost game-manship in making buller sense of things. and eventually. most definitely. lure the minds out to play.
but if left alone and without help. these reasonings would not be able in any way whatsoever to continue cycling viciously to that rhythm of deep empty talk. at the whims and fancies of their beheads.
current aural of yonder side - Stop And Stare by One Republic.
