This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
I stay in and work on projects mostly.
There's nothing "out there" really in that illusionary swarm of chemically and mentally imbalanced humanoids.
Sometimes wondering if I've risen too high or ever was low enough to connect with this timeline of civilization, or never intended to. Maybe there are things I hold onto that prevent me from moving on to another. I picture one where there really aren't many people, one or two or a few, that see me rather than fear me.
"Because they always fear what they don't understand." - C. Falcone
So I spend most of my time in my imagination ~ creating things. Time...
I do wonder why the outer world doesn't follow suit but it may be like I said, something I hold on to.
Compared to others I see, I'm extreme, far darker and far lighter.
Many speak of ADD. I'm the opposite. I'll focus on things for hours... years... So my challenge isn't paying attention but where I put it.
And where or who I put it on can be sometimes a slow process. That may be one of the reasons I don't date, because where I direct my attention... it goes very deep... the great eye turns toward, piercing through time and space...
