So what is this thing? This variable of thought in my chest. Swaying and mixing like a potion. I linger so with formulated thoughts of perception. Misconceived in its entirety and aware of it's self, yet it still stains me. So I cast my thoughts out on to a paper and I am understood through vagueness. That random words can capture a feeling. It is because we canot capture in words what we feel, so that mixing them around improper would amount to a more accurate understanding. Or that ilongating an irrelevant word in song can capture, can convey. I am this, unquantifiable, and so only the vague can describe me. As are you.
VicariousE
Man, you're up early. Morning job?
That's what I like about the real world; it doesn't stick to math or fit in square boxes. Doesn't come with UPC's or QR codes, it's just a part of the universe we live in, all smooshy and vulnerable. Isn't airbrushed or put into blister packs either.... have a better one!
beastkid7
haha, thanks yeah. Early morning job, sort of an intern learning to be a medical tech. It's a long leap from the art field. But, I figure I'll be smart and take what I can get. I believe it'll help me grow as a person too.
Exactly, we feel the need to box things in and label them, you can only do that to a certain extent. Thats why I believe music is a part of every culture ..because no amount of language can explain the human experience.