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Grasping fingers
9 years ago
Grasping fingers
It’s a sensation of muddled thought, a collection of ideas and pictures that you want to put to words but can’t. You want to build a bridge from the outside world to the sleepy glow of your brain but the winds that bring change are seemingly constant. As soon as get the tactile sensation of expression things start to slip away again. You’re constantly searching for the right way to put alphabet blocks together to say the right thing at the right time. You start to realize things are sort of cyclical; you go through times when you think the words you’ve chosen are the best and speak volumes of your heart. After awhile though those words start to seem more alien and less familiar because they remain constant while you grow and learn and age. You start to think differently and as a result those words you had so much confidence in before aren’t quite as perfect as they were before. So you start to search for new words, new photographs or paintings, new songs that illustrate these feelings that seem so infinite in depth. You want to create something consistent to represent something that will never be consistent. Even still you keep moving forward with the hope of creating something that will express even the smallest of snapshots through your eyes.
It’s a sensation of muddled thought, a collection of ideas and pictures that you want to put to words but can’t. You want to build a bridge from the outside world to the sleepy glow of your brain but the winds that bring change are seemingly constant. As soon as get the tactile sensation of expression things start to slip away again. You’re constantly searching for the right way to put alphabet blocks together to say the right thing at the right time. You start to realize things are sort of cyclical; you go through times when you think the words you’ve chosen are the best and speak volumes of your heart. After awhile though those words start to seem more alien and less familiar because they remain constant while you grow and learn and age. You start to think differently and as a result those words you had so much confidence in before aren’t quite as perfect as they were before. So you start to search for new words, new photographs or paintings, new songs that illustrate these feelings that seem so infinite in depth. You want to create something consistent to represent something that will never be consistent. Even still you keep moving forward with the hope of creating something that will express even the smallest of snapshots through your eyes.
