tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12851807414989378882011-11-27T15:21:06.763-08:00southpawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09413496981154255366noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285180741498937888.post-178723406288120342008-12-14T08:07:00.000-08:002008-12-14T08:26:59.303-08:00       A day when we wake up from our dreams, realizing that life has become an upside down tumbler with us trapped inside... we search for ways outside... a small crevice enough to gasp in a lungful of air, the primordial factor of sustenance...<div>       A situation when being alive itself becomes the main reasoning of the quest, a point wherein wandering becomes the main joy of the journey... existence proven by creation, of skins and boundaries to the senses... to shelter from the ghosts of the unbounded space...</div><div>       Measure of vitality seen by the dialogue between mind and space, a quality enhanced by the presence and movement of animate in an inanimate outlook... forgetting time and its possessiveness... an instant when <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">NOTHING ELSE MATTERS...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div>( the above setting of the psyche not being a fantasy, is a translated situation of mind searching for answers, for a tangible solution to intangible urge of being different, being creative... )</div><div>      </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285180741498937888-17872340628812034?l=fluidofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>southpawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09413496981154255366noreply@blogger.com3