05 October 2006
10:19 PM
thought. (whirl of the world)thought.
such a valuable possession.
such a strange, surreal obsession.
innate, existant,
yet constantly growing,
growing upon me.
ever-changing,
mixing, mashing of brain juices
entwining into an endless stream of words
of wisdom (or so we think).
to the minutest grains of sand,
of microscopic cells (brain cells?),
whitest sheets of paper (which, even then,
on which might be found a faint trace of a dot.)
the whirl of the world
circling me.
whirr, stir,
this is absurd.
I always know I've got lots to blog about, but somehow every time I come to this page i get writer's block.
Great.
