Its convoluted....what you thought was important is not....when there is some output waiting.. the ink of imagination has dried...and the wheels of motivation that seemed so internal..want to take the other direction...
the note pad wants to be filled with colors...waiting to run with me free...to the places unknown..and the peaks unseen...
Its in these junctures...meanings for me surprise me....where are they leading me...
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