Loosed

Too many weeks have passed since I've let my mind wander into itself. Creep around the twists and bends of thoughts that contract and expand like a rubber band. I find it scary that one can occupy a certain avenue of the brain and only navigate through that single passageway. Yes, many occurrences may occur, but they are all the same avenue, same narrow way that brings no light to the eyes or spark to the imagination. Only a bland and dull light shines through a straight hall and catches no attention or remembrance. When one manages to escape this wretched chasm of straight space, the doorways are infinite and the destinations never-ending. There are no walls, there are no halls. There are open doors with empty air dancing about, just waiting to be shaped and and swirled into memories by the sheer power of thought. Maybe a quick unplanned thought aroused by impulse. Or maybe a deep, well pondered thought that travelled heavily through the mind to arrive at it's peak of creation. These thoughts fill your empty air with emotion and color. They pave the streets walked upon above our eyes and travel through our bodies to fill us with their air, so colored, so painted, so splashed and creviced with emotion. Let your thoughts take you captive. Let them captivate you into an endless freedom.