Swirling in a vortex of memory, deep in an exspanse of eternal longevity, is a place that creates delusions; a remedy for reality.
Conjuring optical illusions, an empty pathway a road to nowhere, and yet somewhere portraying confusion.
Between dark spaces, are mazes that entwine in different directions, in silent rooms and enclosed places. Inspirational ideas gather in corners of a dessilute dream, that's diluted into historic memories.
Fraying as a singular neurological gathering
at the seams. Inside this miracle mind, my thoughts blend into chaos as madness descends. Lightening bolts of ideas murge into creation; ideological mindfields that we
struggle at times to find.
Alone with my thoughts, I begin to visualise
a kingdom of my own, where freethinking idealists reside amongst a city of desperate
fools, where I am king upon the throne.
Like a clock ticking, I hear the sound of time in the distance as things bend twist and turn. Viewing through the eye of a needle, gaining knowledge from the lessons
that I learn.
Inside this magical mind, there is a single
point of view a perspective of the inner self,
reflected in my shining soul reversing my life
as the world is left behind.
My mind goes into overdrive with an input
of information. Collected in brain, on a neurological superhighway giving me the
knowledge I need to thrive.
Inside this miracle mind spaces and places
voids and passages blending into one.
Collecting the input I need, in a part of my memory which is not completely defined.
(A blemish, a mark, these things you can
not see in the dark).
©soulsavour
S