Just a few words to calm the storm

(This is what i grabbed from a 30 minute continuous write the other night. These are little sections that i liked from it)

Simple, less complex mixtures of color invade the transient as he makes his way across the deviant eco-sphere, spectacle view of the prognosis which has been convinced he was meant to die by the age of 40. Step right up and grab the beautiful scriptline, there are many humans who seek to be perfect.

Perfection? where can such an oddity be found? in a centralized location that becomes the order in which the very profound specifies of the human mind. i am a central figure of the mind in which i seek to perfect. The eye is a creature of method; he calls on his memory to react and take on the destiny.

i am purely a human, a creature of water. Through every deviated hold in my mind i am fear. i possess fear, i carry fear heavy on my back.

Definition of reality exists in truth. Truth exists in the mind. we make our own truth. sometimes humans are aware of this and they come to a crossing in the road. The road is long and winding, the winding isn't tough. What is tough is what we perceive as an obstacle, we make our own obstacles.