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Thoughts dashing through my mind... too many, covering me slowly, swamping me down until I cease to move, function halted, speech temporarily impaired. Why? Why like this? Its meaningless... yet means everything. A speck of dirt upon a shoe... or the answer to life itself? How can simple images, words, just thoughts... be all this at once? The mind runs a never ending race, doggedly never slowing, never quitting... a constant stamina contest to which nothing compares.

A brainstorm is just what the title suggests- a brainstorm, with scenarios flying like projectiles past the individuals minds eye, sound whirring by, colors blurred into an streak of intense spectrum. Possibly a blank expression on the outside, but an expressionate work of art on the inside, not only rivaling but surpassing greatly the works of our most famous predecessors of the art and literature world. A simple sketch? No, not at all, a constantly altering assemblage of imagery and drama.

These are my thoughts, so important, so pointless. Why does it matter, while seeming ignorant at the same time? Why, when so much else matters more? Maybe its the human heart, craving to feel what it shouldnt... striving to manipulate the corresponding bodys mind to produce the very thoughts that hurt us all.

A cold and empty pit, but yet it bursts with the contradicting passion of feelings, stirred with a voice... perhaps a scent, literally ripping through the mind with godspeed, dominating all, constant thought of a single person... an everlasting Constantine without a true purpose... the Archangel of ones soul,while simultaneously the bane of ones heart and very mind- what a contrast!

Sure, theres no direct path in my writing to the reader, but to my rapid paced heart, sprinting mind... shaking hands, this one page of text means more to me right now... than anything else. A written confession of a humans feelings, repeating constantly for irritation and emphasis, never finding a finish line, but rather going away from it...

But after all, thats what thoughts are... right?

~A simple page of thought... nothing more.~

*this was written for my teacher a while back.. she loved my use of adjectives and metaphores.  Anyway, it was kinda just an improv writing project.. I did alright, wrote all that in like.. less than a half hour.  I had a lot to go with at the moment.*