it's all a tumultuous view captured in a portrait of complexity frozen still. if there is one thing i can count on is that there is a mystery hidden beneath whatever storm grabs our immediate attention. of all the things flashed before my eyes and kept beyond my reach as i only fix my gaze affected and unblinking most definitely caught... decrypting, my hands weave a more subtle web, my mind set on things farther ahead in life than these momentary hidden snares, things within reach and yet so far from ever being affected by anything else. we are just things, are we not? there are many different paths to take in life indeed, many ways to find happiness, many kinds of happiness, many points of view. one thing about emotion is its change... like some symphonic range unworldly harmonic melody that spoke a few words of its name... like some alien composition... there is no beginning or end, but there is everything between and beyond... like some infinity of universe. i'll never lust or wist for wont. i remember emitting certain feelings that belonged to two and yet i was one. once upon a time i was a student of this lesson. that burn not one of us ever forgot. that first high living a secret life somewhere we cant find. the things i craft, the change i begin, the shift i bring, the flux i live within, the eye of the storm i may be... feelings i can only feel through six senses, i can only witness, smile upon, guard, bless... feelings i have never been
