the world and the nature come instinctively to Tye. The paths grain smell of twelve scents to think about, remembering every moment in pinpoint accuracy as how it played into the memories.
How a settled leaf could be ridden against the softest breeze and carry me onto the peaks of mountains that only I see. Mountains tipped with diamonds....gold....bronze....and the ethereal vapor that makes the soul.
Tye sees everything, but too close to his heart he holds memories as close to the moment of reality we live in now. The mind never settles, it never rests, but in the serene environments, alone and with his thoughts, he hears nothing at all....and its beautiful....
however, the imagination can be an awful thing as well. For it can subdue the present reality so easily, so consistantly, and so thoroughly, that a tragic moment such as learning of a friends death recently, brought all memories of everything that could be thought in my head to the forefront. Sadness....joy....corruption...depression.....empathy....sympathy...atrophy and the plausible scenarios of what could have been.
But these, like all moments that pass, passed, only to be relived at any moment again in the future.
the world and the nature are what make me breath. What make me turn. What make me love. What make me now?
8)
as tired as I feel and as horrible as my mind feels, I feel over all....always happy....through and through....
How a settled leaf could be ridden against the softest breeze and carry me onto the peaks of mountains that only I see. Mountains tipped with diamonds....gold....bronze....and the ethereal vapor that makes the soul.
Tye sees everything, but too close to his heart he holds memories as close to the moment of reality we live in now. The mind never settles, it never rests, but in the serene environments, alone and with his thoughts, he hears nothing at all....and its beautiful....
however, the imagination can be an awful thing as well. For it can subdue the present reality so easily, so consistantly, and so thoroughly, that a tragic moment such as learning of a friends death recently, brought all memories of everything that could be thought in my head to the forefront. Sadness....joy....corruption...depression.....empathy....sympathy...atrophy and the plausible scenarios of what could have been.
But these, like all moments that pass, passed, only to be relived at any moment again in the future.
the world and the nature are what make me breath. What make me turn. What make me love. What make me now?
8)
as tired as I feel and as horrible as my mind feels, I feel over all....always happy....through and through....
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