Unexplainable Thought Patterns

How does one come to understand the brief, unexpected moments in a day where it feels like the world is crashing down around them and they can detect no pre-processed thought patterns explaining how or why these moments happen?

If only the essential things in life were constantly motivationally challenging; we strive harder each day to understand that which we wish to perform each day. An endless need for knowledge, unhindered by day to day turmoils.



The most satisfying thing that has graced my mental cavity [presumed static] throughout these past couple weeks has been a human canvas that I can only paint with my eyes and see with my finger-tips. The chaos exposed therein, due to the struggle I've had trying to replicate and emblazon that image in my thoughts, has proved consistently beautiful, yet unabashedly frustrating. Boundless. Immeasurable. I wish to see this every second of every day for the rest of my life. That statement, bold as it may be, breeds only more chaos in the violent storm that has been my mental productivity as of late. If nothing is perfect, then truth is a lie, for this is one image that may only be replicated once an arms reach away.

Sight and touch remain the only means unfettered.



Merry Christmas.