Going...

Tue, 12/30/2014 - 03:11 -- pinecat

Going, going-Stop. Going- Stop- Going.

Thoughts, thinking, going, going-

 Stoping- Freezing, evaporating-

Idea after idea forming, prospering,

Blooming brighter than comprehensible-

Then burning like paper under a flame.

A cloud of wonder,

Of unknown potential and exploration-

Drained  gone with only fragments of a lost desirable dream.

My focus untrainable, Unobtainable. Why?

The question rings in my mind and it searches. 

Too many sleepless nights? Too little silence in a world of noise?

But my mind, it goes, trying, trying, trying-

To create in world of hidden wonders and obvious disasters.

A story, a piece of fiction, a gift in words and concentrated glory.   

 Still, it continues going. 

 

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