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a thousand words cut silent. A simple kodac moment reincarnated into art
So, I can write? right? Wrong?
Profound. The words of an entire army, could not even reject the slightest conciquence. At times I could feel every last vibration, and I could feel the steps I took. Each onemade its own path, but if I was not there to follow them who was? I can see it, the planes I mean. This time, theres a suttle diffrence in the air, and watching or writing cant seem to exactly describe it. Ive been elapsed, into a time frame that is known to me. But not well understood. Aware of the surroundings, feeling the smells and the air, to the wind down in the core where body temprature decides to drop or stay up. Chills can run down a spine in second, but in me they run through every hour. Elapsed in a world of nothing, the absence of something is nothing. So if theres nothing, just one. Just one thought but nothing else. Not the ability to know if you are up or awake, just one thought. Falling from trees, collapsing into a million stars of birth? Birth cant be denied its rights, but its the rights that allow the birth to speak. I dont speak on gods behalf, becuase his half has an entire army, and soldjers better than me. I wont the god I do not know. Id weave my way onto him, slowly but surely. The tattoos can be permanent but so can the ideas. I could fall, and if falling meant living or dying id do it either. I am the idea that sparked the idea of even farther more ideas. Running and hiding the ideas so slow, as if there was no tears left in them to core out. Pry out, to feel out. Let it course through the bodies of one million cells, and breath. Just breath, and if ever the ntire world seems to go black, I could be black. I say it a lot; nots are harder to let out, when they are represented with water. Not even the finest nails could untie that knot. Soak it up sunshine, ive been waiting a while. Figuring it out , as if its supposed to be a puzzle. Losing reality for a few moments wont kill me, but the reality of losing the moments might. whats it going to take? THe nudges dont work, so am i supposed to believe that in some way shape or form the plan has not failed yet? mmm:)? If the mind can endure everything, how can the subconcious not? But there is a side completley unknown, is it ugly enough to be thrown ? THrown into the place where monsters roam. They eat you whole, the last thing on their minds is your life. The first thing is inctincts. Amazing how foolish someone can be when there not here or around long enough to see it. What if there was a way to be upheld through the roughest? A struggle is occured daily by just getting up and facing the world. But facing it with the army is far better. Theres some meaning there that not even the world could take and shape into its own idea. So confused at times, but so aware? So sad but aware? I wonder whats missing now, I have wondered for some time. If the layers dont shed, . Whats suppose to ?I dont think that the idea is in harms way this time. Becuase the idea has made its choice with my foot steps. But with the strength of a thousand words cut into nothing. THe possibilities are endless there. Just completley endless. I would not give in for the world. I wont subside into an area where I cant be free. Away from harm, not mentally or physically. Because there the pipes feel like playing, and the violins want to scare you but ease you into the pain. Each stroke is a new emotion formed. Each hand jesture is made to make noise. Each person makes jestures, but why? why are t they not getting it yet? IT? I cant say what it is, becuase i can see IT but not feel it, at the same time find a way to feel the effects of after shock.The mind races and is its own living being. THe mind has everything for its own, so tell me is it the mind telling you who you are? Or does it seperate itself sometimes and let you be the YOU? Free it, let it do what it wants for a second and I could show you. I want to show you over and over, but theorizing this will do nothing. A city cant be silent of the storms loud in it. THe eyes open to much better things, the idea of having it in your way to be safe is not a safe haven. Watching it run its cycle is the most beautiful thing to watch. Its so fast but slow, understanding the steps is important. Just as important as knowing oyurself. Follow them , learn you but learn you first and follow them. Teach and be teached? no, expiernce and let expiernce. Because if I knew how it worked completley this mind thing would not be a part of me. id de attach it from me permenently. Becuase i like who I am really deep down. I like the ways I think. I like the ways other people think. Gulnaaurs mind was so beautiful, i still remember some when I think about it. Open like space, but no stars. Just pure essence...................................innocence? :) yesinnocence.
mmmmm:)
-Noah Chatha.
a thousand words cut silent. A simple kodac moment reincarnated into art
So, I can write? right? Wrong?
Profound. The words of an entire army, could not even reject the slightest conciquence. At times I could feel every last vibration, and I could feel the steps I took. Each onemade its own path, but if I was not there to follow them who was? I can see it, the planes I mean. This time, theres a suttle diffrence in the air, and watching or writing cant seem to exactly describe it. Ive been elapsed, into a time frame that is known to me. But not well understood. Aware of the surroundings, feeling the smells and the air, to the wind down in the core where body temprature decides to drop or stay up. Chills can run down a spine in second, but in me they run through every hour. Elapsed in a world of nothing, the absence of something is nothing. So if theres nothing, just one. Just one thought but nothing else. Not the ability to know if you are up or awake, just one thought. Falling from trees, collapsing into a million stars of birth? Birth cant be denied its rights, but its the rights that allow the birth to speak. I dont speak on gods behalf, becuase his half has an entire army, and soldjers better than me. I wont the god I do not know. Id weave my way onto him, slowly but surely. The tattoos can be permanent but so can the ideas. I could fall, and if falling meant living or dying id do it either. I am the idea that sparked the idea of even farther more ideas. Running and hiding the ideas so slow, as if there was no tears left in them to core out. Pry out, to feel out. Let it course through the bodies of one million cells, and breath. Just breath, and if ever the ntire world seems to go black, I could be black. I say it a lot; nots are harder to let out, when they are represented with water. Not even the finest nails could untie that knot. Soak it up sunshine, ive been waiting a while. Figuring it out , as if its supposed to be a puzzle. Losing reality for a few moments wont kill me, but the reality of losing the moments might. whats it going to take? THe nudges dont work, so am i supposed to believe that in some way shape or form the plan has not failed yet? mmm:)? If the mind can endure everything, how can the subconcious not? But there is a side completley unknown, is it ugly enough to be thrown ? THrown into the place where monsters roam. They eat you whole, the last thing on their minds is your life. The first thing is inctincts. Amazing how foolish someone can be when there not here or around long enough to see it. What if there was a way to be upheld through the roughest? A struggle is occured daily by just getting up and facing the world. But facing it with the army is far better. Theres some meaning there that not even the world could take and shape into its own idea. So confused at times, but so aware? So sad but aware? I wonder whats missing now, I have wondered for some time. If the layers dont shed, . Whats suppose to ?I dont think that the idea is in harms way this time. Becuase the idea has made its choice with my foot steps. But with the strength of a thousand words cut into nothing. THe possibilities are endless there. Just completley endless. I would not give in for the world. I wont subside into an area where I cant be free. Away from harm, not mentally or physically. Because there the pipes feel like playing, and the violins want to scare you but ease you into the pain. Each stroke is a new emotion formed. Each hand jesture is made to make noise. Each person makes jestures, but why? why are t they not getting it yet? IT? I cant say what it is, becuase i can see IT but not feel it, at the same time find a way to feel the effects of after shock.The mind races and is its own living being. THe mind has everything for its own, so tell me is it the mind telling you who you are? Or does it seperate itself sometimes and let you be the YOU? Free it, let it do what it wants for a second and I could show you. I want to show you over and over, but theorizing this will do nothing. A city cant be silent of the storms loud in it. THe eyes open to much better things, the idea of having it in your way to be safe is not a safe haven. Watching it run its cycle is the most beautiful thing to watch. Its so fast but slow, understanding the steps is important. Just as important as knowing oyurself. Follow them , learn you but learn you first and follow them. Teach and be teached? no, expiernce and let expiernce. Because if I knew how it worked completley this mind thing would not be a part of me. id de attach it from me permenently. Becuase i like who I am really deep down. I like the ways I think. I like the ways other people think. Gulnaaurs mind was so beautiful, i still remember some when I think about it. Open like space, but no stars. Just pure essence...................................innocence? :) yesinnocence.
mmmmm:)
-Noah Chatha.