Thoughts of an Emotion
Random thoughts/quotes/verses written over the years... They're mainly opening lines to things not yet written...
"As the sea grass entwined itself between his feet, he raised his head and basked in the early morning sun. The crisp breeze swirled his locks of walnut shaded hair as he..."
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"She sat in the white withered chair on slowly sipped her tea as she rocked gently back and forth. She silently hummed a tune in time with the silver windchime hanging above her head."
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"... for in the silence of a man's thoughts he can get lost. Thoughts circling around his memories swirl through his mind and lose him in their vastness. The mind is an immense plane with no conscious boundaries; stretching out, surpassing all thoughts and emotions..."
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"For when a person forgets who he is or where he came from, he is no longer a person, but merely a shell of a boy posing as a man, yet relishing no true emotion. For it is in the memory of a person where exists his soul; his life. When that memory is extinguished, so his existence diminishes and gradually fades away..."
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"The biography of an unknown boy; a boy unknown to family, friends, even himself."
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"Moments of truth float through the span of our lives in capsules surrounded by words of sincerity. In them are held the precious memories of childhood. Each moment is a treasure of such emotional value that it is not secure in a safe, but rather, in the mind. And when their time comes, they dissolve into our beings and flood us with nostalgia of times past but not forgotten; and ever still as precious as the moment of occurrence..."
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"Irony is one of the main points of life. It makes for interesting conversations and depressing situations. It makes an otherwise good day into a miserable day. And the irony of irony? You never know when it's going to happen..."
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"Why is it creativity is spontaneous and not planned?"
"As the sea grass entwined itself between his feet, he raised his head and basked in the early morning sun. The crisp breeze swirled his locks of walnut shaded hair as he..."
....
"She sat in the white withered chair on slowly sipped her tea as she rocked gently back and forth. She silently hummed a tune in time with the silver windchime hanging above her head."
....
"... for in the silence of a man's thoughts he can get lost. Thoughts circling around his memories swirl through his mind and lose him in their vastness. The mind is an immense plane with no conscious boundaries; stretching out, surpassing all thoughts and emotions..."
....
"For when a person forgets who he is or where he came from, he is no longer a person, but merely a shell of a boy posing as a man, yet relishing no true emotion. For it is in the memory of a person where exists his soul; his life. When that memory is extinguished, so his existence diminishes and gradually fades away..."
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"The biography of an unknown boy; a boy unknown to family, friends, even himself."
....
"Moments of truth float through the span of our lives in capsules surrounded by words of sincerity. In them are held the precious memories of childhood. Each moment is a treasure of such emotional value that it is not secure in a safe, but rather, in the mind. And when their time comes, they dissolve into our beings and flood us with nostalgia of times past but not forgotten; and ever still as precious as the moment of occurrence..."
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"Irony is one of the main points of life. It makes for interesting conversations and depressing situations. It makes an otherwise good day into a miserable day. And the irony of irony? You never know when it's going to happen..."
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"Why is it creativity is spontaneous and not planned?"
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