Monday, August 20, 2012

Quit Mentally Stalking Me

Perspective becoming a sinking ship because the flags have dropped way below the eye line of understanding. The idealistic visions of future and past getting together and tumbling into a gift wrapped existence called present. The ship taking off into a direction of such certainty, picking up different types of strangers along the way. These strangers adapt to their surroundings, and bloom into characters within the everyday ship life. These ships create other ships within the ship of perspective. Relations and friends begin to ration off the perspective within the ship and everyone bands together to mentally stalk you. Opening blurred eyes to help feed an appetite for life and for travel, for distance and for senses.

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