My mind is swimming in a pool of thought, the viscosity being symmetrical to the architecture of surrounding it. The universe is my building, and i seek the highest floor, walking each step up the stairway of logic, holding onto the guide-rail of reason, taking each step fighting against the gravity of uncertainty, with my eyes linear to the never-reaching goal, as a creative mind should not define an end, but a passage. If i fall, i can always define my direction anew.
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 23:24:02 +0000
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