consider this a note of it. the lasting impressions are having an effect on the present in a permanent sense, alive profoundly in a frame that hangs on a wall and remains indescribable in nature. the mystery of the unexplainable but life changing is a thing of beauty, it’s elusive condition a sought after reality; understood as perfect in small, intense and perfectly spaced intervals. unpredictably attainable. consistently shaken avidly on a personal level just enough to prevent settling at the bottom, each time rising for the storm, the porch-time activities as well as the candid nature of an innocent imagination. when i’m done with the fire that fluctuates when pushed i can separate myself from the contrarian position i find myself in and will draw a series of conclusions between the curtains in a lead-based/blood compound. still going nowhere.
i managed to pry myself from beneath the staples and, cloaked in defiance and idealism, had the question maintain its pose
my only request is to avoid making eye contact with the background:know how it feels, 1.) smells, moves and what shapes it. from the freedom of focus we are free to create and
2.) imagine in a less restrictive way. fluidity following vision finds every opportunity.
3.(i’ve done this to myself in a series of steps. precise investments in a series of steps. still walking. the coast is at arms length but i’ve lost one somewhere. somewhere lies not only dead possibility as described by those that won, but also the first time i spoke after refusing to
-- or learn.) i just stopped thinking about the past 20 years in the same way.