Dreamer;
Running towards your imagination, Seeking for the unknown. Glancing at our reflections inside of stained glass mirror frames. Shapes that appear only when one most enter relm penatrates the dim and shaded vail of ones existence. Miracles, what do we see, as we close the windows to our minds. Allowing only our thoughts to outline our visual preceptions of time. Is it truely freedom or just the mere fact of seclusion. Confining ones mind to the bitter memories of cruel mystic impressions. Recycling what dems to be taboo, sweeping away vague fragments of reality. Driving ourselves to the apex of life, conforming to the so called norm. Pushing life to the limit, for which there truely isn't one. Breaking all molds through time, redeveloping all preceptions. Feeling the cosmic flow of ones inner most energies.
Running towards your imagination, Seeking for the unknown. Glancing at our reflections inside of stained glass mirror frames. Shapes that appear only when one most enter relm penatrates the dim and shaded vail of ones existence. Miracles, what do we see, as we close the windows to our minds. Allowing only our thoughts to outline our visual preceptions of time. Is it truely freedom or just the mere fact of seclusion. Confining ones mind to the bitter memories of cruel mystic impressions. Recycling what dems to be taboo, sweeping away vague fragments of reality. Driving ourselves to the apex of life, conforming to the so called norm. Pushing life to the limit, for which there truely isn't one. Breaking all molds through time, redeveloping all preceptions. Feeling the cosmic flow of ones inner most energies.
[Edited on Feb 27, 2004 8:52PM]
Just so you know. It is considdered typical to re-enter a new journal by hitting the edit prefrences button and typing in the box provided rather than posting comments on your old journal.
But either way...