and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard
i decided to add to this...
living in this transient, cyclical enviroment
its hard to find reassuring roots in the cold, hard refusing ground
refusing to envelop me
to develop me
we cannot hibernate when there is no place to hide
retracting into myself is the only refuge
and it is a harsh one
the wind stung this morning
but your words provide text for relating
escaping my own emotional and physical barriers
would only dry my organs out
too much lack of
endure the elements
crawl above the cement
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"All ideas, especially abstract ones, are naturally faint and obscure: The mind has but a slender hold of them: They are apt to be confounded with other resembling ideas..."
"And while the body is confined to one planet, along which it creeps with pain and difficulty; the thought can in an instant transport us into the most distant regions of the universe; or even beyond the universe, into unbounded chaos, where nature is supposed to lie in total confusion. What never was seen, or heard of, may yet be conceived; nor is any thing beyond the power of thought, except what implies an absolute contradiction. But though our thought seems to possess this unbounded liberty, we shall find, upon a nearer examination, that it is really confined within very narrow limits, and that all this creative power of the mind amounts to no more than the faculty of compounding, transposing, augmenting, or diminishing the materials afforded us by the senses and experience."
"Or, to express myself in philosophical language, all our ideas or more feeble perceptions are copies of our impressions or more lively ones."
-David Hume
creativity is never wholly mine
living in this transient, cyclical enviroment
its hard to find reassuring roots in the cold, hard refusing ground
refusing to envelop me
to develop me
we cannot hibernate when there is no place to hide
retracting into myself is the only refuge
and it is a harsh one
the wind stung this morning
but your words provide text for relating
escaping my own emotional and physical barriers
would only dry my organs out
too much lack of
endure the elements
crawl above the cement
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"All ideas, especially abstract ones, are naturally faint and obscure: The mind has but a slender hold of them: They are apt to be confounded with other resembling ideas..."
"And while the body is confined to one planet, along which it creeps with pain and difficulty; the thought can in an instant transport us into the most distant regions of the universe; or even beyond the universe, into unbounded chaos, where nature is supposed to lie in total confusion. What never was seen, or heard of, may yet be conceived; nor is any thing beyond the power of thought, except what implies an absolute contradiction. But though our thought seems to possess this unbounded liberty, we shall find, upon a nearer examination, that it is really confined within very narrow limits, and that all this creative power of the mind amounts to no more than the faculty of compounding, transposing, augmenting, or diminishing the materials afforded us by the senses and experience."
"Or, to express myself in philosophical language, all our ideas or more feeble perceptions are copies of our impressions or more lively ones."
-David Hume
creativity is never wholly mine