It gets scattered sometimes. It feels scattered, your mind. Not your brains but your mind. Your mind put into several places and divided as if in partitions, like rooms inside your head. Like several subjects put into binds of a book. And you have to find a way to put it together again. To keep your posture, your stance, your stand, your composure.
Like the mess on your bed every morning. Blankets, pillows in disarray. half-forgotten passwords, usernames and log in information. Addresses, edits, quips, quotes and something to read and rescan through to keep your balance. And yes like folders on your desktop computer. It piles up. Visions of words, letterbombs, and blog entries...stories and ideas you have to find proof of existence. Questions that asks "I can't be alone on this, someone else must have thought about the same thing, is someone else out there?" So you look for it on web browsers. Look for answers for things and questions which isn't asked around. And there it was.
There, we would find the same experiences like with kindreds. But now you begin to worry about distances. We were put into places to keep our distances, socially. For the real purpose you'll have to find yourself. To find the answers within and for which the mainstream media seem to keep barging and confusing your head about with. Distance, distance...keep your distance. You're getting too close. Now we're worried about being so close together. Close knitted, tight-fit...we might need to loosen up.
Secrets begin to unfold. Some of which were not accepted. Not without valid reasons. Out of hatred, out of love, out of need, out of want, the need for pleasure, pain, speed, and purpose. Adventures, explorations, research into the very fabric of human existence. And the place we live in, this town, this city, this country, this continent, this planet. And you find your self watching the earth, in front of you...there you found the itch to get lost in. To arrive at your usual self without going anywhere.
