Ssshhh.. I’m thinking!
These past days I’ve been left in the wonders of thinking. I’ve been flying all my way to misery. I’ve never been listening to the truly important voices in this world of chaos. I’ve been keeping my time to save it for the next days of firing within me the sense of deliberation of thoughts on how to make it back to reality, on how to win this game, on how to determine the best possible strategy probably hidden in the lust of success. I’ve been thinking…
Now? Guess what? I’m still thinking. Thinking of how it had all happened when I was just keeping my eyes on the balls slightly moved under bottles of failures to know the exact choice I have to give in the near future. And yet, I didn’t had a clue that this is about to give me a sullen perception of dumbness in me!
I’ve been thinking of the past, present, future and beyond these senses of time. I’ve been escaping in the marvels of the veracity. I’ve been diverting my attention to the stars beyond the clouds and finally misleading myself to the beauty of the constellation of the lumps of cotton faced towards me. I’ve been lingering to the sweetness brought about by this totally diverse mind. I just thought, I knew things, right.
The time chills my hands as I partake of what I ought to deserve from sinning with the real world, from entering the dome of thoughts and complicating their paths with the disgraceful manner of thinking!
Thinking - what a word to look up to. We often think. We are just not aware but we are. Close your eyes and you still can’t empty your mind with the horror of darkness. I’m not ordinarily thinking. I’m thinking beyond thinking and that could answer this hollow stand I’m holding on to.
There are things which do not need an extreme contemplation. Attention and fervent agreement on these abstract will lead us to wherever we command. What had happened to me was that I’ve been blinded with the power I earned through time. I’ve been killed by time itself. I’ve been trapped in the greatness of the ability I have gotten. I left my hands barred on simple things. I corrupted my mind with the power that constitutes primarily the dreams of the masses. I’ve been fooled with the falsity of the promises that this comprehension extend in my being. I’ve been docking myself from a higher perspective of life. I’ve been catastrophically devastated with the couple of rampant wrong directions. I’ve hanged myself from the ceiling I once stepped.
Know what? Nothing! I learned to not think! Did I? If I can escape this very absurd grace, I may at some point save, untie the knot that stretched my veins and surges my blood away from the heat of my soul, or was it towards the cadaver of pain. But, still to know how to test it, I may consider thinking, again, for the nth time.
Redo, rethink! Relax…
To start the walk, I should let my findings, words, mind published.
