The Continuous unconscious ramblings of the conscious mind

Two souls intertwined together beyond distance and time, connected by fate, joined by hope, filled by love.

The ever changing journey of life, the adventure to find the unknown truth behind life, is the search for love, happiness and all the joys that it can bring, it can be hidden behind the vale of uncertainty but is forever there.

Inspiration comes in many forms, some are subtle, some are bold but the inspired soul can sometimes inspire its self beyond the unforeseen or unknown.

Thus ever changing world fights the unyielding force of man, nature, time and decay but somehow finds away to live, thrive and survive like life’s unknown potential for growth and understanding.

The words of the mystic can flow with the winds of time forever whispering in the echo's of out mind, always leaving a subtle question behind off choice and wonder of what might be.

Time is forever fleeting gone within a moment or can last a lifetime in a second, the strange but powerful way time can change but a single moment is beyond our comprehension yet we chase it, are controlled by it, even mystified by it, yet is it truly there within the time we have within this moment of life.

The empty page is much like an empty room, just waiting to be filled with our passion, our art, our own sense of self but sometimes the empty page remains nothing more then a passing thought or unwanted space for waiting to be filled with nothing more then single thought.

The unconscious ramblings of the stable mind are just as hectic as the crazy mind yet one is more free to explore the ramblings without the burden of the social construct the we allow ours selves to be led by.

Language is different in so many places but there are thing we can understand without ever needing translation like the look in someone’s eyes when they love, the light on someone’s face when they smile the sadness in someone’s heart when they cry, these things need no words or translation as we all understand them even when there are no words said at all.

The unwritten rule is a funny thing, we all have them in some form or another but are they truly unwritten if there written in out hearts and minds.

To wonder beyond the gates of confusion and gaze upon the wonders of clarity is unlike the storms of our nightmares turning to dreams of hope and understanding yet can free us from the torment of the confused and bewildered minds of our nightmares of day and our dreams of night.

The rolling stone can roll forever more wondering if it will ever stop but knowing its will always roll. The stone standing still never wonders when it will go or if it will roll but enjoys the view of the meadow below, so are you the stone that rolls never stopping to see the view around you or are the stone that worry not about the moving but enjoys the view of staying.

To be ever changing like the weather, to rise with the sun and the moon, is out place, is our time, will we shine like a star or burn bright as the sun we may never know but still we will go on forever changing like the weather, rising with the sun and the moon.

Why is the pill we swallow bitter but can be sweet when taken with care. Its always taken never given that these things are there. And yes we take them anyway even when we shouldn’t dare.

Broken pieces of the hearts desire can become more then just a scare that never fades but can also be brought to life with love and care when we open the doors of our hearts to what is really there.

Love can be painful and joyful, it can burn and scare you, yet it can lift you like a bird in the sky and make you feel like you can fly. And yes it can make you feel empty from within when unreturned or forsaken, love is powerful and week but will always be there to fight for, to die for and to live for.

The pain of watching the person you love move on with there life is never ending the hope you once carried has turned to poison. But you smile and bare the pain as you want them to be happy even if that happiness brings you pain.

To let go of the past is a struggle when the past is thrown upon you like a title wave of unnecessary guilt and shame. But we must push through the wave and pass into tomorrow and soon it’ll be left where it belongs in pass far behind you.

Money is the root of all evil that say yet it can bring you the things you need or want but also leave you with nothing but emptiness and struggle so is it evil or is it that the way we use it makes it evil.

As the coin flips through the air with a chance on landing with the side you want we take the risk of winning or losing on that flip of a coin like all decisions in life its q chance of getting right or completely wrong.

A look can say q thousand things or say nothing at all. A single word can bright joy or pain. Its strange how this works yet it does it defies all logic and breaks all the rules but is there within us all. The give one look or one word that can change just a single moment for better or worse.

The silver lining is hard to find when there is darkness all around but it is always there waiting to be found.

The weaver of knowledge will weave its steady hand through the strings of our minds softly sowing beers of what we need to learn along the way buts always leaving pearls of wisdom behind.

We will Waste time trying make time, instead of taking our time to enjoy the time we have to fill it with as much as possible as once that time has passed we can never get it back.

The bitter sweet end of it all come to a close until the next set of words comes along, We shall wait in the empty pages of time and space until we write again.