Passion of Procastination

Im sitting here, with my pen limply in my hand

they are words,

someone elses words that teach me someone elses thoughts

but admist this tunnel of darkness as i drown in thoughtless learning

a firefly

glowing faintly

my mind wanders

within those moments i glimpse of true inovation

focus i say

in the monocrome of stiffling measured dose inteligence the camera flashes

the bright light of the flash blinds me for a second before i comprehend the jumble in my mind

an poloroid of colour ignites my creativy and i think of words i create and thoughts i create

these thoughts mean nothing and everything

beacuse in these moment is where i see my true creativy

but these thoughts are limited by the lexicon of my tongue

a paradox of expression




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