Tnar

So if you’re sitting inside a little place in the mind

Then maybe you should try to move

Because you realize that you are looking through glass

And waving at the people but they’re making you laugh

They’re not doing anything that could make you go

But just seem to strive to break on through to their eyes

I feel that ice, I feel it well, it’s flowing down my back

I know it’s there. Stop and take a little while

Think about the sounds you’re hearing right now

So now they go in your mind with a little back thought at the base of each line

Thinking down, thinking off for a while

Looking at your eyelids, with a grin of a smile

Just a fast, just a fast surprise you need to see

You need to buy to be free

Having been inside my mind you ponder why

Didn’t I come here before for some time?

You slap down fall sit flat on the ground

Taking time to think of all the words of the crimes

Commit, commit and set, set the ground for turning

Wheels of the clock. The breath is big as big as an art

That one sees looking through a telescope

And real deal when buying a lot and eating

So much, that you feel, you had a touch too soon

You had a catch of waves, under weather plates

A few bad apples and a strange colored sheep

A new donation for a drought segregation

Coming in for a landing at the empty gas station

Making Space

It's what, like 4 and a half years since the last entry. I am so bewildered at all those blog entries. They strike me as completely and totally insane. Literally a stain, an x-ray of a moment in a person's state of thought at a particular moment in time. These things are really interesting and delightful to observe, once I start reading them I crave to get to the end, cause I realize that I am the one who wrote this, and I think to myself, oh my god, how in the world did I write that, what was I thinking when I was writing that text. It is brilliantly insane.

I write in a journal too, sometimes, and it's different when you hand-write something with a pen, as opposed to typing it up. And although I'm not a fast typer, I enjoy typing. It is a feeling I got familiar with back in school, I would enjoy typing stuff up on the computer. I'm not very fast, but I sure wish I was. I mean, I wish I could write fast too, and it is more practical to be able to write fast than type fast... But I like the feeling when you type your thoughts.

Life goes, life accelerates, and the more I get older the faster it goes, especially if you get attuned with your habits and everything becomes ordinary, same as it was yesterday, same as it was the day before yesterday, and so on. It's not really good, it's just a place you get stuck in, and the longer you stay stuck down to that place, the harder it is to unstick from it.

But really if there is desire, there is inspiration, where there is inspiration there is will, and where there is will there is action. Thus movement is brought on, and things start to gain motion, Movement and change, after all that is what the name of this blog is. But so far it's more like a nut-cases memoir.

If you want to change something, first make room for that change, and keep your eyes open. The instance an opportunity  to put fresh material ahead comes up, thrust to it and snatch it into place.

Thanks a bunch.
Take care.