as always the forgotten got lost in the wordiness……>>>>>
when one feels they are surrounded by emptiness, by shallow spirits, that methodical mentality has a tendency to gradually creep upon your own subconscious without you even noticing.
sometimes it takes a jolt of lightning, illuminance, which instantaneously reconfigures that certain web of nerves centralized in that soft mass of gray matter, finally becoming witness to the error of our ways and wake up.
“He will restore the heart to any deciduous pygmy and any perturbed soul…….and the heart of the bantam soul to the forgotten, so that I will not come and smite the land with a curse.”
sometimes life has a way of reminding you that there exist such unforeseen moments as to transform the atomic elixir of assumed short-term reality. on one end you grasp the logical notion which plays upon wisdom and experience and on the other you forego the intellectual examination and enable genuine emotion to take the lead. even with the persistence of hesitation one can still fall victim to the lack of control in pursuing ones heart, however with control comes boundaries that are never clearly defined and tend to confine the senses and any accompanied intense emotion that could be lost forever in neglected time…..eternal. surprise is nothing new to me, nevertheless i seldom fail to be surprised when such reaction is due. one night when you least expect it, your emotions transcend understanding beyond that once fortified boundary [shielding all incoming (and outgoing) possibilities], and all your vague interpretations of extinct inclinations, fixed mental attitudes, any and all dispositions that might endeavor us to settle for a predetermined response……all of it…..it all comes crashing down as you stand there speechless, but without need for explanation or reasoning. even though no compelling argument exist to defeat the problem of natural evil, many matters in life are generally offered in the expectation of innocent conscious…………. think rare recherche contingencies observed in those that prefer stability and comfort to the fascination and risk involved in the unknown, the concealed, the imagined, the exotic, the kiss i fear you should not have given me. fear and its falsehoods do have a tendency to dictate our path, even in the slightest divergence………perhaps i have missed out on more than i will ever know. tomorrow is a new day and tomorrow i will wake up with a smile.
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in other news……….
even though i do not ever recall becoming pained during any strenuous motion of excercise, there’s a first for everything, yes? methinks the dynamics of movement are sometimes lost in physical and emotional pleasure.
the immediate image that delivered itself into my conscious when i saw you sitting there=
