4/7/10

the REASON;

smoothly flowing in unison, constantly moving consistently with persist-ency. even without a definite meaning, the ultimate stands above all. subsequently speaking its slowly reaching, than screaming at the top of the wall, "freedom". the reason lines can be written leaving countless brains smitten. the gateway to mine divides permitting words to collide developing one complete sequence. arithmetically speaking, consider them to be mathematic, solving internal problems logically. after the initial, next comes the transfer legibly, followed by the answer being in-dependency. my self in it's entirety and no other. but don't be mistaken. sentences for my sister, your brother, my father, your mother, and everyone in between. all the worlds inhabitants, because words are unable to say they've seen. yet they heal the blind souls of plenty unintentionally. innocence, gracefully traveling from sight to mind. no tone necessary, nor could they annoy you. only deploy you to your desired destination, mindful travel agents. so forget everything, except what you stare. especially when handled with care, they unite a regime of meanings stitching together separated instances to one processed resistance. despite unifying, they segregate many, but not racially, only mentally. the entity, some may not be prepared for. but that's what their there for, challenging one's existence forcing the individual to not be the lost one, but the seeker. to find knowledgeable beauty in the pit of themselves where no one can reach her. personally becoming the teacher, learning others of your nonsense. my instincts say fluently, why waste communication fluidly. translated statements can be much more appreciated when the truth can be visualized. realized concepts put to paper, intended to be read by real eyes. not the fake, but there is no censoring of your message. the pen bleeds free for the whole world to see, graphic communication. patiently waiting for the day the globe understands its importance, I don't hold my breath for that would bring death and I enjoy my being. unlike the rest I keep my thoughts moving, forever the untimely victim of progress seemingly.

+garysatterwhitejr.