A multitude of thoughts float by my mind.Some with piercing clarity and some blurred ,as if veiled in some mystic foam.Non stop ,untiring and eternal. Try as much as i might this flow seems to dangle in my subconscious never reveling its identity in my "real" cycle of life...
Everyday existence appears to be trickling brook unable to antagonise or even remotely affect this vast flood of unexplained thoughts which.In their own existence they are plain and often feel more aclimitised to my inner self than what i have laernt in the world which i percive and accept to be my home...
