Friday, February 5, 2010

Mind Map

Absorb the sight of the sun, beautiful in its ascension; bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Such wonder of the morning: silent, bare - a peace unprovoked by the chaotic day. No, this beauty does not reflect the elements of one's vicinity, but closed, locked deep within the walls of one’s psychological city. These were the calm thoughts as one woke up to be reborn into a new day.

As soon as one moved from the hazy, delusional morning, the thoughts strolled out of the wishful, serene sanctuary. Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples choked the fields and clustered the sky. No more of what one thought of as a restful day with the scintillating sun. The world was much more than that, how naïve one’s thoughts were! This psychological city, like a garment wear, was heavy, dark and twisted. Dear God! The very houses seem asleep, for only asleep they can remain. For their fragile structures, worn and torn, a single movement could do more than scratch their delicate façade. The continuous fascination of our creator to manipulate the intricate scaffolding of our minds.


Quinton said...

that's very very deep...