4/26/26
I need to let my mind wander. To float through the woods. Amidst the wet bark and branches. Free of pollution. Free of corruption. I need to remind myself of myself. Smell the rose aromas only I can smell and see. Re-align myself with the spirit with the spirit that drives me.
Lately when trying to express myself i have become to analytical. I ask why before fully expressing what. It leads to more fog. I think in actuality, the answer need not be thought about. It will present itself naturally when problem is completely and thoroughly expressed. When the motif is allowed to fully develop, it’s counterpart will become apparent.
I imagine a cold black wind. Ripping through the night. Wings aloft, I sail through a crystal storm of snow. For once i feel free. Alone. A man occupying his ecological place in the universe. The numerous gauges and maps before me. Tracking my course, like a navigator, an explorer. I feel no desire for a woman. Something about the black depth satisfies my yearning chest.