A New Way Of Thinking
October 14th, 2012
Lost the urge to speak; mute mind persay.
But how come when one refuses to speak,
Their actions are contortionated into their words.
Forcing them to be louder than ones inner speach.
Nothing is real.
Then again everyone has their own interpretation of our so called "reality".
A drummer marching to his own rhythem.
"Count your stead beats." says the instructor.
You can't keep track anymore.
Eventually we're all going to loose it anyway,
Correct?
~H.C.
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