But the vibrant tellings of art in my mind!
(The friction of what should be done and what is, when I sit amberly like all.)
The images of special effects and angles, when a words is announced,
when a thought is emitted,
When a wind blows.
*&%# [The imagination in my mind is immense, insane and lucid!] My body is it's besieger.
Things flying, colors mending, body parts flailing in the wide universe of air.
I don't want to leave it in a cubic formation of existense between the blood cells in my brain.
I want to share it!
(If only I had the knowledge, the ability and the equipment.)
It's beautiful. Believe me.
the first time i wrote this is was better but it got erased