Last Weekend on December 11, 2005 at 9:46 am
I woke up immediately into my world of philosophers and ideas. I woke up thinking about the passing of time, the passing of people, the passing of the mind.
I awakened to the melting of emotions. The blend of colors overlapping and mixing to create something new, something different. I immediately opened my eyes to a dream world of feelings, over which I have absolute control. I smiled to myself as thoughts passed through me and built higher in my world.
I created my patterns. I created my rhythms, each of them building off the right pulses.
Each beat never skips, each ballad of thoughts and emotions composed to sing sweetly into the morning sky.
And all of this starts with me.
Today, the world is my play-dough
Today, the world will start with energy
Today, my comfort lies in the ability to make the world a better place.
I awakened to the melting of emotions. The blend of colors overlapping and mixing to create something new, something different. I immediately opened my eyes to a dream world of feelings, over which I have absolute control. I smiled to myself as thoughts passed through me and built higher in my world.
I created my patterns. I created my rhythms, each of them building off the right pulses.
Each beat never skips, each ballad of thoughts and emotions composed to sing sweetly into the morning sky.
And all of this starts with me.
Today, the world is my play-dough
Today, the world will start with energy
Today, my comfort lies in the ability to make the world a better place.