i love doing mindless writings , sketching paragraphs down , trying to depict what i’m thinking at times. They all have a center point , where all the jumbled sentences come together, but i don’t know how apparent that is to the reader. This one in particular stands out to me , i don’t know why, and i was wondering what you guys gather from the writing.
i sometimes have a hard time understanding myself.
it does have a true point , to where it all ties together
IN MY MIND.
but does it connect in that way for you, the reader?
[b]Ah, this insinuating bliss of scattered thoughts, this crave of constant
ambition overflowing and overtaking every fracture of creativity stripped
from thoughts. Sooner than later it all eclipses you, the shadow creeping
onward like a plague of sin,a march feared but respected. And the light,so
dull,so concealed,so stretched out across it all. it grows brighter with every
passing subjugation for the dark, but yet smaller. Inching closer, the echos
linger shorter and time is relevant to those only grasping the past. It all
grows brighter, but so much smaller, the sophistry our minds are forced to
convey and concentrate upon is but a clue to the neverending pursuit to
darkness. [/b]
or am i just crazy? : )