Random Ideals..

It's strange the obvious motion of certain things, how simple movements that are created with a single touch can show so much emotion. A leaf could be floating out in the air and just flying looking so bored and hopeless, but what you don't notices is the peace that surrounds it. The wind doesn't blow it strong enough to break or weak enough no settle, it's a simple motion of peace.

Shaking a hand or hugging, possess an amazing structure of reliance. It's an amazing compliment of affection. A noteworthy alliance of smiles to make and smiles to come.

I feel as if my own goals are perceived through a certain motion of thought. I'm just looking for the right way of passage, the one that leads to a guaranteed success. Though what exactly is success? Why do we choose to question our inevitable fate of what we do or what we become?

Sitting in a Starbucks listening to a continuous track of delicate jazz, I'm struck by the sense of a simple violinist's style, so peaceful and easy. So beautiful and uplifting, so melodic and justified. It's tranquil like a kiss would be, soft in touch as if moving closer to a girl for that one simple.. "perfect" kiss. I enjoy music so terribly much due to the fact that it uplifts my imagination.

Honestly, I'm sitting here struggling exactly on what I should write, that's possibly the entire ideal of randomness which never leaves me. The writers block is possibly the number one enemy of a writer aside from computer glitches and paper cuts, I do believe it is my soul opponent.



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