I am feeling changed, feeling unprepared and distracted. Feeling blinded by many, and by few. And stricken by a thought, which in this precise moment cannot cease to be removed from within my soul, but instead leaves a trail of clues leading back to the sole reason, the answer.
Minds feeling burdened by technological difficulties, and technology itself. Destitute, to all known by a handful. All they know is why we "must". Why we "must" follow, why we "must" believe, and why we cannot avert from convention, or the 'trend'. Why, when it is our life to live, that we let others live it for us? Why we stand back and just allow. Because we are too loud; we are too stubborn, and arrogant.
Loving and being loved by media, and technology, always looking to the future, but never the past. Being taught never to ask questions.
But to avert and reject convention, is true heroism, letting your thoughts wander into the unknown, and accommodating those new streams of thought, webbing across your mind, listening to yourself, explaining how to feel free from restrictions, and the 'trend'.
Let yourself wander.
I have often found myself feeling fond of vagueness, of the quiet and mysterious. In many circumstances, loving to be embedded in and surrounded by my own thoughts, taking me on a journey of memory, and hope. Revisiting events, and traveling on a path of questioning.
Prefering to keep my deepest thoughts to myself. My reasoning with life.
I am feeling so sick of technology, I catch myself wanting to switch off any sort of electrical appliance, and just sitting there, in absolute silence. Thinking. Evaluating life. Not feeling any emotion other than what my branches of thought evoke.
Loving it because you are in your world, you are at peace.
{Here displays a picture of your will, what you picture this place to look and feel like. What images it provokes. Let your mind wander}
