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when suddenly everything here is dampened.
sound is a restriction,
clouding the mind.
crystaline. we can make words as crisp as frost
or vague as a shifting mist along a rivers edge.
~
when we touch something,
it is the surface that we interact with,
when we feel something truely,
this is when we pass the shell.
understanding can be a material thing,
but endevors always to make headway into the soul.
~
it is the question that enables truth.
yet things can shift,
change being the wind of our faiths and likemindedness,
how often do things remain as they were when we were children,
when we loved, when we parted?
and when we loose something
do we not shift in our perspective,
some things in the end were never worth holding,
others though, you wish you could have kept forever.
~
and what is nothing when we know this word,
the concept of empty space,
or a feeling that is not defined,
would this not make nothing indeed something,
a feeling of incoherance or lack of perception?
perhaps simply a hole in what we conceptualize
or a meaning that is to elusive to give to persuasion,
what can be called nothing truly,
when there is meaning in everything?
~
dragonfell angel ~ on a whim i might drift along a shore knowing that there is mist all around me yet sliding into nothing as i know not where along this river i go.
sound is a restriction,
clouding the mind.
crystaline. we can make words as crisp as frost
or vague as a shifting mist along a rivers edge.
~
when we touch something,
it is the surface that we interact with,
when we feel something truely,
this is when we pass the shell.
understanding can be a material thing,
but endevors always to make headway into the soul.
~
it is the question that enables truth.
yet things can shift,
change being the wind of our faiths and likemindedness,
how often do things remain as they were when we were children,
when we loved, when we parted?
and when we loose something
do we not shift in our perspective,
some things in the end were never worth holding,
others though, you wish you could have kept forever.
~
and what is nothing when we know this word,
the concept of empty space,
or a feeling that is not defined,
would this not make nothing indeed something,
a feeling of incoherance or lack of perception?
perhaps simply a hole in what we conceptualize
or a meaning that is to elusive to give to persuasion,
what can be called nothing truly,
when there is meaning in everything?
~
dragonfell angel ~ on a whim i might drift along a shore knowing that there is mist all around me yet sliding into nothing as i know not where along this river i go.