I had to think about it for a moment. Was the smile I felt only for me? Indeed these colors. These are the patterns. Once when I was told that these are just in my mind. Made up childhood games. Kind of like invisible people. Coloring faces on rocks because they asked for human features to be noticed. Those days miss the bus in the morning. Then I was suppose to say hello under my breath next to you over a cup of tea. Don't and believe are two different stories. I constantly have to rub my eyes because I can sense blind brains. I will have told myself that the stories that I was implanted with by the conditioned are not real. Even if these words seem jumbled they are helpful to me. They just don't take up space in my mind confusing my outside life. Kind inclusion. A fine display of an active landscape where there are only limits made by knowing right or wrong. I will ask for your help. That is because you are a part of me as I am to you. Each drop of clearing rain temps me to reach beyond my stretch. Some how I am to forget those that have done the same before me. My experience is mine yet underline it as done before. My words are mimed metaphors mixed with zeros and ones. This does induce a sense that I am not my own person. I am not. Read the words. It would be silly for me to think my life is flat. My thoughts aren't even the center of my multiverse. There is where my eyes stare too long and my brother tells me to cut it out. Yeah. Right after this comercial break. Just let me finish. Ok ready to go. I think I found a vein of creativity. Never muddy riverbank crawfish tap shoes. I do beleive I just typed that. Yep. Now when I just heard that some dressed a fool I kind have to slow this random time square. Taxi! Ok now that I can not hear broadway orange ramble in the background I can focus on the spiral I have found myself typing all these words and not wanting to let go since it is so simple. It kind is like licking a lollypop. Even the paper stick is edible. If I could keep typing to find out what it is that I am doing I would be even happier than I am right now. My fingers dancing wanting to type in different langauges. I don't care for the fact that the tower babel was destroyed. Thanks. Now I am tired. If you wonder then it was worth it.