...on these patterns drawn lie the truth one wants to see, the reality of existence one never gets to see
Mouth Shadows
2 days ago
24 May 2008
at times
when the days whizz past, move fast, the sides of the eyes are filled with a blur, a haze, a happy buzz of colours in no particular shape at all, joyous repeating patterns towards which no special mental attention directed, still they go not neglected - the blur on which the sub-conscious mind draws a few lines making patterns of all that lies hidden deep underneath...
...on these patterns drawn lie the truth one wants to see, the reality of existence one never gets to see
...on these patterns drawn lie the truth one wants to see, the reality of existence one never gets to see
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Dang... inexplicably, this post is making me grin manically :) I love it.
//A: aah! guess the blur now - them patterns...
Aaaahh... that's a toughie. I haven't a clue!
//A: With awfully slow internet from work, this blur is what you see when you open a site - when it is half loading and you scroll. ok, this is that picture with brushes (in a 'brush holder') blur - yellow envelope, blue folder, few brushes. sometime back.
Whoa!!!
*gape*
Took me a while to figure out what picture you were talking about. And now I'm oddly flattered.
Thanks?
'welcome'? this accidental blur had something beautiful about it - do not know what, so had to do this.
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