Today I will take you on a magical ride. Coming from the bottom to the top. We fly high like the sky full of clouds and rain, raining down its graces. There is no lvictimless crime when it comes to slow water down, progress does not stop for anything. We do this for what we all find to make us get ahead of anything and everything we think we need to do.
Where are we heading.
You ask me that, while I ask myself, what have I done to get here. Questions. Answers. We all need one or the other to lead us somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. I ask you then where are you leading yourself. We found ourselves here. At this moment. Contemplating what do to next.
SHould you step forward.
Should you stand still.
Should you just be you.
Imagery. We all think it starts with vision. Electricity coursing. Forming. Ideas. We are all doing it without thought. Visions. Imagery. Thoughts. Where are we being lead? Are we going in the right direction. Watching grass grow as we stand still. Time passing. Moments lasting. How far. How long. How well. How still.
Writing curtesy of this inspiration.
We all have that one thing that really spurs us forward. Stick to your head. What's the problem.
Black coffee. #Covfefe.
Then the music stops and the imagery disappears. Into the abyss. Into despair. Into oblivion. Where and how did you get here. A few clicks away and you will know you found yourself somewhere else. The speed of thought is lightning. Comprehension? None existent. Consumption? Encouraged. We all want the next big thing.
Someone fed us desire.
Surprise caught my eyes as I gazed into the black hole of existence where light and dark combine into an eternity of possibilities brought on my mass involvement of every human body counter flowing against time. Time to reflect and wonder.
Music is life.
I was never fed that line. Ever. I find myself giving it to you. Seeds sowed. Yours to harvest. Mine to keep.
Are we there yet.
You ask me? I ask you. Where is there? Where is everywhere? In fact, what is there to do? Questions. Answers. We all know we have that desire. Who fed it? Who gave it? Who. We all know it leads. We all now its dead. We all know all it takes is to read. Down. Down. Down. Get down.
Sleep.
Good night.
Am from the future so good day.