Stillness of purpose fills me interiorly with a spirit
of freedom, as I feel emotions of a lifetime coming
upon me when writing.
Feeling the beauty of joy and the darkness of sorrow,
as they fall upon my mind in solemn silence.
Moments being forwarded into prose, provoking so many
thoughts in measures and spaces of time left open
by life so I may discover ideas swirling within myself.
Nothing standing in the way of technique or progress,
inventing many more projects to complete before I die
on this earth.
Alone on my journey, stepping into several horizons
from intellect's center, causing a monumental puzzle
to develop and be solved in physical equations of
science.
So many concepts forming from nothing, keeping me
amazed at the prolific amount of them that incessantly
shape my life and intelligence.
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YES! ! ! I love this! A Spontaneous heart combustion!