This Time Lapse Garden

We all shuffle so eccentrically with our radiant counterbalance in this place - on this place. We move so harshly and our stems all the while twisting up towards our vivacious hydrogen god. We all want our nitrogen to grow and flourish. We all seek green. We once sought yellow.

Its all become much like time lapsed photography. Captured frames of things subtle. Is it all because you slowly have been forgetting everything? You ever wonder what life would be like without a deep sense of memory? A shuttle to space.

What are you doing? Are you listening to them - Not really - is that why you have a hard time remembering? Or is it a way-side gesture when people design conversation. A narcissistic staple that is language? You tell yourself you know what you want to do. You feel it so caustically in your bones - a beautiful light refractions. You almost wish you had the ability to project such imagery. You do, you tell yourself, you do. You want to capture everything you are inside a wave and have it projected forever through space.

You will if you know whats best for you - you will - you say. There are things you need to do - things you need not fall from. You couldn't fall from - its inside your growing vessel and its like trying to trap solar flares.

You feel translucent at times. Most of the time. You're not quite sure where these things come from. Spontaneous combustion, you assume.

What is life other than bells and whistles? Its a fancy machine full of all sorts of triggers and toggle switches, yes? Then you realize said fancy machine is being sold at two in the morning for 3,450 payments of twenty-two dollars.

Or is there more?

A grand scheme?

Or should it just be like any other animal that dies on the road?

You found something - you want to use it forever - you need to use it forever. You just toy around with the semantics of it all. Nonsense really. Learning keeps the mind healthy.

Upon his face he wore a dull facade. It shone no light into the inner being. He woke every morning as such and retired every night as such. He found such joy in this great escape. It was really paramount. He sought a greater shell somewhere else and he felt he could finally be alright away from it all. The motions of everything - no matter what speed.

Because if you go for so long without caring - it'll make you happy. If you go so long without remembrance - you can be happy? Do you think a lack of constant and accurate memory could lead to happiness? For some, I'd like to think so. For myself? I'm not sure where i stand sometimes. A collection of ignorance perhaps. No, I care about a lot of things. They just don't match to a lot of other people or i wear masks.

We can all known each other secretly these days. You ever feel like you're on display? Or maybe we just haven't realized how much of an attraction we all are.



You can channel it away forever - at least, you hypothesize.

You seek solitude to capture it. Pure solitude. Its not that hard. I guarantee it.

The subconscious well must be infinite.