Simply etherial

So then again, there never is a never was, but just some aftertaste of the things that should have been that instead of not being turn into something totally different, like cigarettes turn into smoke, visions turn into paintings, words turn into music, sun turns into rain, smiles turns into touch, touch turns into night, night turns into day.

It's all a never-ending turn of the revolving door, the celestial roulette wheel et tout les jeux sont deja faix! Just swing to the sound, moan, groan, turn, turn, turn, stop, look, listen, feel, touch, live, love. Life!

Definitely Life!!!

Logarithmic, arrhythmic, chronological illogical immutability of lips moving, letting the tongue gently slip over your teeth, producing music, innuendo and laughter. The sound of magic, the mystery of sound, the bland truth behind magic, the blinding magic behind truth, the deafening sound the world makes as it starts popping inside your head without ever exploding into anything else than a waterfall of colorful emotion that never ever turns into anything else than feeling .

I have no real concept of the idea of where everything that lead up to this point is going, but I'm so not in the mood for anything else than just feeling that I'm just gonna let go and float, inhale exhale, touch the material and think of the ethereal, because that's the way. The only way I think I ever somehow managed to make some sort of balanced sense of the everything, the anything, the nothing and the big something surrounding us all.

This ever anything in the somethingness of the is befuddles me in ways in which I start thinking might not be quite sane but then again sanity is such a fleeting thing it doesn't really matter if you're aiming for making sense of the big picture, whatever that might be. I have no clue so don't ask me for anything else than rhetorical questions whose answer are nothing more than malicious fabrication and insipid truth.

All I'm saying is I'm being blindsided by beauty step by step and I don't think I can stop smiling and I don't think I ever want to!

Sleep tight, have a cuddly night! Me I'm just bumming a smoke with the dragons inside my head, spouting fumes, unable to sleep, too hungry to stop, perpetually in a revolving movement.