long time, no see.

Come here, tell me more. I want to know this troubling story of yours. Let the words dance beneath you rfingers, let you mind set its wings free amongst the sky. Tell me, and I shall help. I am here for you now, even though I wasn't before. I know how you felt. Believe me, I knew.

INCONCLUSIVE PROSPECT

Some memories are not wanted. Some of those memories bring on fear, doubt, and some possible truths play in mind. A memory burstthrough the doors of my mind when I was doing something most girls wouldn't do, because they're not like that. I thought I wasn't. But now there's this chance that maybe it's true.

The memory ate away at my concentration for a good hour, then something came up. Something that's been on my mind most of the evening, it's so formidable. I never thought it would be possible, but now I'm uncertain. It looms over me like a dark shadow, following me around as I try to ignore it.

But I believe it will have me running in circles tonight, unable to get the adequate amount of sleep needed for tomorrow's happenings. So by the middle of the tests I will stand up withought a care and scream, looking like this guy.

so yeah, this thing is eating at me this very moment, telling me to do something about it, to find the answer I need desperately, but I don't even know right now. All I know is that my owrld has been tainted with the darkness of this thought that will now haunt me. How do I find out? When will I know for certain? Is there a real way to define the line between the two things I might be?

So for now I hide in a closet, not knowing which door to go through. The door to pureness of the white snow in Narnia? Or the musty, confusing house with million sof aging secrets hiding in the corners of my mind?

I'm not sure.

And that thought scares me.

Inspiration

A little clicking inside your mind, words running through your head like there's no tomorrow. Coming in to place to fit together as perfectly as two lovers' bodies. You see, hear and feel nothing but those words. Lost in the moment. And string together things you never thought possible, understanding a whole new perspective of life.

Brought on by some other words, a picture, even a taste, or a sensation. Anything, because the world is full of things we never knew were there. Dreams, time travel, gravity pulling us together in unity. Our personailities are something we can't explain sometimes. But we live through it.

And where is this inspiration my heart calls on every day? I read words, and there's a flicker. A slight fuzz. Sometimes a phrase goes through my mind, but it slips away like time is water running through your fingers. And then I'm empty again. I come alive when I know what to write.

What do I write?

mindset one

Enter this unbroken mind, this undying attempt to make something happen. This drive. It consumes me, and I want to make sense of it all, then to make him see. His blue baby eyes.... But what am I saying?
Bergrer would never understand.
You never thougth you would see me in this sense, did you? Some say I look like a dangerous fella. Do I? Now I feel the need to go all out and mix things up a bit.
Stop trying to make this make sense. Just go along with it. Pay attention to what the words make you feel. That is the way of my words. For they make no damned sense.
Cigarrette smoke, strobe lights, and I'm sleeping with my head in the clouds. He's inside my soul, never to leave again. Obsessions of change, to paint a new picture on the walls of my mind. I'll never undestand. Why didn't he tell me before? It's too late now, all is lost. I'm sinking, spinning, and I don't know which way is up. The sun has set, and I'm afraid it won't ever rise again.

Welcome

This is my blog of the unusual thoughts inside my head. This blog has no real purpose but to make you think. This "mindset" is just this phase I slip into, a way of thinking. I write things and then don't remember much of it. So why not share? You will enjoy these concepts from The Ghost.