Monday, September 21, 2015

Hazy Recollection

It all began with the thrust of the unknown,
A euphoric phase of discovery that thrives
On it's own beliefs laid beside the facts.
Time seems to slow and create a tunnel
Of moments and movements that are,
In each thought, completely absorbed.
Mind dancing and unstable, exposed
Focus is on each aspect of the portrait
In order to preserve the overall addition.
A calm settles across my soulspace,
The antidote to self sacrifice
Finally at hand.
A tad further, the brain begins to gel
And focus is slowly restored.
However, Am I better off for 
The variety of distractions?
Or should I return to the smaller space
For a joyful day?

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